Disclaimer: I don't own anything... enough said.

Authors note: I recently re-watched Kill Bill the other day, and it inspired me to write this story. I hope you guys like it.

Avenge

Chapter 1 - Just the Beginning

It was a warm, peaceful evening as we sat upon the hillside overlooking the ocean. The sun slowly setting as the warm light drew us closer. My heart felt full as we stared into each other's eyes. His gazing into mine, and mine passionately gazing into his. I could feel the gentle touch of his hand holding onto mine, as he slowly stroked his thumb along my skin. Knowing that he was there to protect me, that I was able to trust him with all my heart; it made me feel complete. I then began to rest my head upon his shoulder, feeling so appreciated, respected... I felt... loved.

"Kim..." he slowly whispered.

I hummed, quickly bringing my eyes to meet his.

"This has been an awesome night, huh."

"It's been more than awesome... it's been perfect." I gently replied.

As soon as I said those words, he slowly stood up to his feet, still staring at me, with a tiny little smirk on his face. I watched as that smirk slowly turned into a beautiful, bright smile, which was always extremely contagious. I smiled back, as I gave a little chuckle.

"What?" I laughed quietly.

"Do you have any idea how special you are to me?"

"Hmm... so special that you could win a billion dollars, be the most famous man in the world, and you still wouldn't be happy unless I was there by your side." I replied, quickly standing up so I could stare into his eyes at the same level.

He quickly dropped his head and laughed, leaning his forehead against mine. I could tell he was slightly embarassed. "I've said that before, haven't I?"

"Many times." I laughed back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"But still... it's true." He gazed back at me.

It was at that moment that I began to blush, soon realizing that there was a point behind his sweet words.

It grew silent between us, as we continued to hold eachothers hands. He then began to rest his cheek against mine and quietly whispered in my ear: "I love you."

I froze instantly noticing him pull away and grab something out of his pocket.

"Oh god." I muttered inside my head.

Immediately he began to lower himself... onto one knee.

I gasped, as tears suddenly formed in my eyes, my heart beating faster and faster with every word coming out of his mouth.

"Kimberly Anne Hart, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He trembled as he spoke, quickly pulling out a small velvet box from his back pocket. He slowly opened it revealing a stunning white gold ring with the most breath taking diamond center. "Will you marry me?"

My hand shook vigorously as he slid the ring onto my finger. I nodded my head over and over again, holding back my tears.

"Of course I'll marry you Jordan!" I cried.

Instantly I swung my arms around him, and he swung me up in the air. Words could not express the happiness that filled within me. Words could not express how happy I would be to be Mrs. Jordan Malone.

A week and a half after that memorable and romantic evening, Jordan's parents had planned an extremely elegant engagement party for the both of us. They held it at the Ronson's Country Club during a warm summer evening in Southern California. Dozens of relatives, colleagues and friends from Jordan's side of the family had shown up, and I couldn't have been any more excited to meet all of them, because sooner than I knew it, those people would be part of my life.

The club was decorated with lavish bouquets of pink and white roses, dining tables dressed in white cloths with golden trim. White lights illuminated the outside as they sat amongst the trees surrounding the club. The dining room led to a gigantic balcony overlooking a beatiful view of the Pacific Ocean, which attracked most of the guests as soon as the sun began to set. The scenery reminded me exactly of the night we had shared along the hillside, watching the sun go down right before he proposed.

As we continued to mingle with everyone upon the balcony, I couldn't help but feel like this was one of the most wonderful days of my life. I was about to marry the most amazing guy I've ever met. He was handsome, wealthy, a man of great morals... and of course a perfect gentleman. It's rare to find a partner who treats you like royalty, making you feel special every minute of everyday. And I was about to join an amazing family. A mother and father who loved their son with all their hearts and would go out of their way to make him happy, were soon going to be my in-laws.

As for my own mother, she still resided in Paris, France. She was no longer with her french hunk boyfriend, but there was something about the city that lured her into staying. When I told her that I was going to marry Jordan she was estactic, even though she hadn't really officially met him. But she was sure he was the right one for me, from what I had told her, and of course her conversations with Jordan over the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to fly back to America in time for the engagment party, but she promised me that she'd be there for the wedding. And as for my father, he had died three years back from lung cancer. He was a heavy smoker, and I knew that one day it would get him, but now I wished that he could have lasted a few years longer, just so he could be at my wedding.

"Where's your mother, dear?" I could hear Mrs. Malone asking me.

"Mum, didn't I already tell you." Jordan muttered. "She couldn't make the flight out in time."

"Oh... well that's a shame."

"It is." I shrugged. "But there's always the wedding!"

Mrs. Malone let out a little laugh. "Oh the wedding! I just can't wait to see the two of you up at that altar."

"So tell me you two, have you set a date yet?" A woman from behind had yelled out.

Jordan and I turned to see his Aunt Carolyn walk up to us.

"Not just yet." Jordan answered.

"Kimberly, come to my boutique sometime, I'm sure we'll find you the perfect wedding gown!" she proclaimed.

"I most definitely will." I nodded back at her.

"Oh, and I also know this excellent wedding planner." She added. "She did Jake and Linda Turner's wedding from last year, remember Candace?"

"Oh yes! That wedding was exquisite. Jordan honey, you have to consider her."

"What's her name, mum?"

"Elenora Walters. And you know, I heard that she's related to Barbra."

"Barbra who?" I asked.

"Barbra Walters, silly!" Jordan's aunt laughed.

Jordan and I exchanged awkward glances.

Suddenly, in the background I could hear men hollering and soon glasses shattering on the ground.

"Get out, before I call the police!" One man yelled.

Jordan gripped man hand, and the both of us made our way over to the commotion. I hurried behind him and soon I saw Jordan's father, his Uncle Sean and Uncle Caleb wrestling and trying to drag an unfamiliar face out of the room. As soon as the stranger met eyes with Jordan, he stopped his resistance and Jordan's father and Uncle let him go.

"Get out of here Anton!" Mr. Malone yelled out. "You're not welcome here!"

"My nephew's getting married Ron... I just wanted to come and congratulate him." Anton slyly replied.

"I don't want you here." Jordan snapped.

"Hun, who is this guy?" I asked, but he wouldn't give me an answer.

"You heard him, now leave!" Jordan's father shouted.

"Ron, that's no way to talk to your brother. We're family!" He teased.

"Correction, STEP brother! And this party is by invitation only, how on earth did you get in."

"Oh Ronald, you know I have my ways of getting around security."

"That's it, I'm calling the police." Uncle Caleb declared, and grabbed for his cell phone.

"Not so fast." Anton interrupted, as he drew out a pistol from the inside of his coat. Cries of fear were heard everywhere immediately after the gun was in sight. Jordan stepped infront of me, getting me out of the way if a bullet was ever to shoot out of the gun. I held onto him tightly scared of what would happen.

"Anton are you insane!" Mr. Malone shouted out.

"You're boy cannot marry that woman!" He yelled out.

"What?! Why?!" Jordan blurted out.

"Anton! For goodness sake... PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Mrs. Malone cried out.

I peaked my head out from behind Jordan to look at the man they called Anton, and as soon as we made eye contact he pointed the gun at me. I could hear everyone scream from the movement, and suddenly Jordan's uncles threw themselves at him to try and snatch the gun out of his hands. It may have just been seconds, but it felt like minutes as I anxiously waited to see if they had retrieved the gun, but a loud explosion sounded, and I jerked myself away from Jordan to drop myself onto the floor.

When my body fell to the ground, I felt Jordan toppled over me. I waited a few seconds for him to roll off, but as those seconds passed by, and he didn't move at all, I began to scream.

"JORDAN!"

Screams were heard everywhere and many distinct OH MY GOD's.

"Jordan... Jordan?" I kept repeating. When i noticed he wasn't answering me, I began to shake in worry, hoping that what I was thinking couldn't have been true.

"Someone help!" I yelled. "Why isn't he answering me!"

"Kimberly, hold on!" I heard Mr. Malone reply, as he hurried his way over to where we were. "Oh my god... son... open your eyes! C'mon Jordan! OPEN YOUR EYES!"

"Oh my god! Is he dead!" I cried. "Please tell me he's all right!"

Jordan wasn't all right. The explosion we had all heard was a gun shot, and it hit him directly in his chest. He died right at the scene... right on top of me. I'll never forget that I was the very last one to touch him while he was alive, and feel his very last breaths.

The man they called Anton had fled the scene. Everyone was too preoccupied with Jordan and I to even notice that he left. When we did, I had a long chat with Jordan's parents about the man. I wanted to know every detail about him. I wanted to know every detail about the man that ruined my life forever... all my hopes, dreams, and my future. And I wanted to know why he said Jordan couldn't marry me.