Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing from either of these books.
Edward and Katherine only had a brief acquaintance, but it was enough for them to fall in love. But Katherine left and Edward met Rosalie. What happens when these characters meet again? The Cullens and the Salvators are going to have to get used to each other, as their members try to figure out what's going on between them. Expect appearances from other characters from both series :)
The moon was bright that night. The sky was almost cloudless, save for the few tendrils of drifting mist, caressing the sky like the finest of silk garments. All was quiet; as if not even the creatures of the wilderness were willing to spoil the serenity of the night.
A lone figure glided swiftly across the deserted landscape, almost as if she were flying. The brambles and shrubbery did not stir under the foot of the woman as she moved. It was almost as if she were a ghost, or an echo, a whisper, created from the very fabric of life itself.
The woman looked like she would fit in anywhere, in any landscape of the world. Of course, when set next to normal people then the differences definitely showed. This was putting it mildly. For this woman was not normal, for many reasons.
The woman drifted, almost dreamlike, towards the scattered lights of the tiny town. She stopped still to listen to the sounds of life all around her; water dripping from a broken faucet; the footsteps of a drunk middle-aged man staggering back home to his wife; a dog whining inside a house for it's slumbering masters company and-
Something else.
The woman listened harder, for this sound was further away and almost indistinct. She had to strip away the layers of sound, one by one, to finally distinguish it: the clicking of the heels of a designer pair of shoes; the soft sound of material dragging, or, no, sweeping across the cobbled pavement; the sigh of a job well done and, the final sound; a slumped body being effortlessly dragged across the cobbles.
Then there came a sound to shatter the ghostly atmosphere of the place. It was a choking, hacking cough; as if whoever was making the awful noise was drowning in an ocean of their own blood. A beauty in itself to be witnessed.
The woman followed the sound, moving at her own inhumanly elegant pace while floating over the pavement and any other terrain that stood in her way. The drizzle from earlier in the day had left a light reflection on everything which looked serenely beautiful when the moon cast its glow. There was so much beauty to behold in the world, yet barely anyone actually noticed it, the woman pondered as she slowed to a graceful stop.
She had reached her destination.
From across the street she caught sight of what could only be the Angel Gabrielle herself; a woman in all white with sheer menace in her eyes. There was blood on the wedding dress she was wearing and a cluster of dead bodies at her feet.
Even though the woman had made no sound, the angel across the street looked up slowly, and caught her eye. Time stood still as an understanding complete as day and night passed between them. It didn't matter that they were strangers.