Hi, this is icychocolate88 (now striped-dianthus)! So anyways I decided to put KAB on hiatus today, and am going to be trying to start this story. It's been lurking around in my brain since forever, so please tell me what you think, even though this is a really short scrap.
1/2/2014: This fic is pretty much dead. I wrote this...a while ago and so I've lost my motivation. Now that I'm looking back at it, my writing style has improved since then (hopefully), so unless I put this through major revisions, which is unlikely, I won't be continuing it. It's not very good, but it was my first and right now only multi-chapter work (KAB was deleted) so I feel a bit attached to it, which is why I'm not deleting it. I probably won't be writing a Twilight fanfic again now that that brief period of my life is over, but if I do I can almost guarantee that it will be better than this. Thank you for all the support and reviews, favorites, and alerts!
Prologue
A dark blur flashed through the forest, quickly followed by another one that was equally fast if not faster. Before long the one in the back overtook the other one, and launched them self at the one in the front. They went down together with a loud booming sound.
The prey struggled in vain. Minutes later the hunter was calmly tearing the other apart and took out a lighter to burn the pieces. After making sure the fire would burn itself out, she turned on her heel heading back the way she came.
She approached the cave silently, her footsteps making no noise on the jungle floor. As she walked through the tunnel she noticed blood streaking the walls and her eyes portrayed disgust. Nearing the end of the cave, she slowed down and saw the bloody heap of human bodies.
She carefully examined them, making sure to see if any one of them had survived. Satisfied, that they were all dead, she threw down a bomb that was set to go off in five seconds.
Five seconds later the cave blew up, destroying all the evidence. The hunter watched a few hundred meters away and for just a few seconds her tawny, amber eyes shone with unshed tears. Then she blinked, and the cold, iron mask was back in place.
When she was on the private jet back to Volterra, she called on her phone to report back to the Volturi.
"This is Agent 30192 reporting. The target was successfully taken out."
Then she snapped the phone closed, and leaned back on the headrest, not even noticing that she had crushed the phone to bits.
Tell me what you think! It might be a bit confusing in the later chapters so prepare yourself.