Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Twilight, I wish I had a werewolf though.
Author's note: This is the prologue, doesn't really give much away I know but I want to set the scene of how bad things are going to get for my two characters. Please read and review. Thank you.
"This isn't the way it should be" He whispered, the man I loved, broken on the floor because of me.
"This was always how it was going to end up" I whispered back, standing above him, looking down avoiding the deep brown eyes that once light up at the sight of me, now dulled because of the horrible things I've done.
"You don't know that, you could change." His voice started to break as he pleaded with me but I had to ignore it, I was created for this purpose. I lifted the knife high above my head ready to strike him when he said something that stopped me in my tracks.
"I love you" he whimpered, I couldn't believe it, this beautiful man still loved me after all I've done but I can't go back now. It's too late. I was created to destroy the werewolves.
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Authors note: I'm hoping this story turns out well, it kind of just popped in to my head and I wanted to get something down before I forgot.