Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does. If I owned Twilight the vampires sure as hell wouldn't sparkle, and the main characters wouldn't be quite so pathetic.
Spoilers: I guess you could say that there are some minor spoilers for Twilight.
Genre: Action, Fantasy, Romance
Warnings: Heavily AU, major OOCness, and some minor guts and gore.
Hello, peasants. I am Elder Dragon. For those of you who are reading this from my profile page, don't roast me for writing a Twilight fic. I wasn't originally going to write a Twilight fic, but then this just hit me in the face and I had to start writing. Opinions would be appreciated.
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My Angel is a Demon
Preface
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I never really gave much thought on how I was gonna die.
I probably should have, if not back in Chicago, when I was being a macho idiot with a penitent for braking traffic laws, then certainly when I moved to Forks to live with my Mother. I know what you're thinking, 'Forks, Washington?! That place is hardly the danger capitol of the world.' Well that's what I thought too, before I met her, but I'm digressing.
Where was I? Oh yeah, dying.
Well, if had thought about how I was gonna die, I probably would have thought it would be splattered across a black top, not at the hands of a sadistic bastard out for revenge, but here I am, staring down said sadistic bastard, and ya now what, I'm okay with that, because this, dying for the woman I love, is a hell of a lot better way to die then crashing in an illegal street race.
I know that if had been smart, if I had backed out when she gave me the chance, that I wouldn't be in this mess, but I just can't bring myself to regret the time we spent together. I mean, regretting something amazing and wonderful just seems stupid to me.
Oh great, the sadistic bastard is walking over here now, and, judging from the creepy smile he's giving me, this is gonna be a hell of a lot more painful then a car crash.