Fallen Angel.
I don't own twilight.
In a dark dreary abandoned building somewhere in the small town of forks sat a child, the child was curled up in a corner singing a song as it gazed through the dirty cracked window as the rain poured down. The child had brown hair which framed its heart shape face, the child's eyes however were a deep chocolate brown. If you were to glance at the child you may consider it like any other but if you were to truly look you would see that slightly hidden by the darkness were pitch black wings. That on the child's arms was ancient symbols of fire and ice.
Peter Whitlock stood staring through his bedroom window. His short black hair in disarray after countless times of him pulling at his hair in frustration waiting anxiously for his mate charlotte to get home from her hunt. Peter's gift of "knowing shit" had warned him. He could feel it, something was wrong, something was coming that would cause pain, loss, but peace. Something that would include him, his mate and jasper.
Whatever was coming would ever break or make his brother and whatever it was they would stick together but if that was enough he would have to wait and see.
Jasper Whitlock sat quietly staring lovingly at his supposed mate Alice as she sat watching some shopping channel. In back of his mind he could feel the major rattle the cage. The major began to calm, he began to wait anxiously. He had been locked away in the back of jaspers mind since he had met the seer and now he could feel it. His true mate was coming and he would be set free to reek vengeance on the ones how had wronged him and his mate. So he sat waiting, his days of being locked away were numbered, and when that day came for him to be set free, blood will be spilled.
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