Angels & Demons (GirlxGirl) (Twilight FanFiction) (SEQUEL) (Lesbian Story)

Chapter One

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100 Years Later

The sun slipped below the horizon, shrouding the street with darkness as a middle aged man stumbled out of the bar, tripping over his own feet. The sounds of jovial laughing and cheering muffled behind him as the door of the building closed shut. It was a chilly July evening in Seattle and the wind whistled in and out of the cracks and crevices in the pavement. The man got up from the concrete and stumbled a few steps down the street, whistling a drunken tune.

It was silent on this street. Shops and businesses were getting ready to close for the night, people were shutting themselves in their homes and this particular intoxicated man was painfully unaware of his surroundings.

As he wandered along, the man suddenly felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck. The kind that warns you that someone is watching. He spun around, whistling cut short, and peered into the darkness. As expected, he couldn’t make anything out in the gloom and he swallowed, his heart suddenly racing with unexplainable fear. His forehead was perspiring and he wiped it clean with his sleeve, turning around and starting to make his way down the street again.

For a moment he thought he was in the clear, but as he passed an alley way on his right hand side, a loud metallic CRASH sounded. It was as if something large and heavy had landed on a dustbin. The drunken man soiled his underwear and a strangled noise escaped his throat as he froze on the spot, paralysed from fear. His eyes darted from side to side, trying desperately to spot what was terrifying him so. The man felt like he was about to faint.

Another noise caught his attention and he whipped his head around. This time it had felt closer, a figure in the wind behind him.

“C-c-come on out!” he shrieked. A dark chuckle seemed to come from everywhere and he spun around once again, his breathing becoming more and more laboured. “Stop messing around!”

The man’s breath caught in his chest completely as he felt the unmistakeable touch of lips to his ear.

“You know, you really shouldn’t drink alone.”

Before he could react, something stone cold and hard collided into him, pushing him to the ground. His head hit the concrete and he saw stars, tasting metallic blood in his mouth. He didn’t even have the time to scream as he felt a piercing sharp pain in his neck. As if something was biting him. To his horror, he realised his blood was being sucked dry; a peculiar feeling, like he was being consumed by a straw. Gasping and struggling to move, his vision was becoming dim and his movements weakened. He tried to move his head and caught the sight of pixie cut short hair above him. He caught a waft of feminine perfume and in a moment of madness, cackled, blood streaming out of his mouth.

His last thought was how hilarious it was that he was being murdered by a girl.   

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Alice Cullen wiped her mouth clean and grimaced. Intoxicated blood was the worst. It was always too sickly sweet. Standing up, she brushed herself off and cast her gleaming red eyes down at her victim. The slightly overweight man had his neck ripped open but it was his face that caught her attention. She cocked her head curiously at the large grin that adorned the dead man’s face and the glistening of his once seeing eyes. Alice shook her head.

“Humans,” she muttered. “I’ll never understand them.”

With a loud sigh, she bent down and picked the middle aged man up and over her shoulder, fireman style, and carried him over to the dustbin she had landed on earlier. The noise that had caused the man to urinate in his underwear. Alice almost laughed.