Inspired by Twilight, The Godfather and the greatest mystery itself: Life.
For and dedicated to the Twilght Lexicon, which made me feel very welcome as a newbie.
Prologue:
Italy. Forks.
The Cullens. The Illuminati.
Me. Giselle Valerio. Strongest of the Illuminati Clan. Half Slayerette, half Vampiress. What a combination. Huh?
She sat still, her pale, bloody hands pressed against the cold marble floor of the club. Silence. All she could here was silence. Dead silence. You could here a pin drop. Everyone gazed at her, awaiting her next move. She just sat there, still as though frozen in time. He stood there, menacingly starring at her. A wicked smile played upon his lips, as bitter and cruel as he was, with no heart. It accompayned his smile. Very well suited. Suddenly, the dark angel started to lift her head up, visible blood red tears gliding down her pale white cheeks. She looked upon her mother's killer, starring at him with disgust, and hatred. She loathed him, and the bitter, vile revenge which was stored in her for years for him, started to pulse around her body. That gave her strength, to get up, spread her dark, angelic wings, and scream in pain, loss and anger...
I'm on a mission. Mission to kill Vinvent Van Raltovious. A skilled murderer. A keen ass hole...