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prologue
Edward Cullen was evil. What was left of his former human self was gone. His heart beat no longer and he was cruel, merciless; the spawn of Satan, himself. In fact, he was so evil and wicked that he was legendary. On cold bitter winter nights, old nurses would gather the young children around the hearth and tell them the frightening tale of the Darkangel.
The Darkangel lived in a lone, abandoned castle far away. He had lived their centuries alone and soul-less, with only his fierce gargoyles for company. The gargoyles were horrific creatures; they had long black feathers, sharp, lengthy claws, and treacherous beaks, which were used to rip into the flesh of their prey.
At this point, a few young ones would squeal; the more ebullient ones would urge the nurse to continue with her gruesome tale. The nurse would oblige.
She would continue her tale by describing the Darkangel; for as wicked as he was, he was the most beautiful thing on the face of the earth. His skin was paler than the moon, harder than stone and absolutely freezing cold for he was dead inside. He had fiery auburn hair and a muscular body that looked as if it was chiseled out of a perfect block of marble. However, his most striking features were his honey golden eyes, fringed with thick black lashes, with purple bruises underneath.
Yet, one must not be swayed by his godly appearance! No, he was evil. Not a living thing thrived on his barren land; it was said to be winter all year long where he lived. However, the Darkangel needed his sustenance; every two months he left his castle to find a poor maiden. He would bring her to his castle alive, but she would not stay so for long. He’d grab her and would sink his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. The poor maiden would pale and collapse, as her very life force was sucked out of her, right before her eyes. Once the Darkangel had finished devouring her soul, he would discard of the useless body, sometimes feeding it to his ravenous gargoyles or simply letting it decompose on its own. Then the Darkangel would wait in his castle again, until the two months were up.
I thought at first that this was a Darkangel fanfiction, and I was excited to read it! But then I saw that it was Twilight, which I've never read.
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