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TRUE IDENTITY: The real me
PART II:


As I watched in horror of what Owen had just done, I tried not to scream with all the blood on the floor. I tried to cover my mouth, but I was still paralyzed and even if I tried to scream I couldn’t move my lips, so the only thing that came out was a loud hum.
Owen looked at me and his eyes turned back to its original color, but there was shock clearly written all over his face. “Oh-my-God! What have I just done..I-I-I, Tara I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that.”
I suddenly didn’t feel all the pressure on me anymore, so as carefully as I could I stood up and slowly backed away from Owen. But every step I took back, Owen took one to me, and frankly, it creped me out. “Okay, okay! Just stop right there. Don’t take another step toward me or I swear to God that I will scream at the top of my lungs” I said frantically to Owen. He was still walking towards me and I was on the verge of screaming, but I was shut off by Owen kissing me really hard. I pushed him away from me and slapped him on the cheek so hard that I sent him flying across the small room.
“Don’t you ever touch me again you fucking assassin! You just killed your own brother! No, you just ripped his head off and should I mention that you also killed his girlfriend?!!” I screamed at him. I couldn’t stand being with him at this very second. I rushed over to the door while he was down and before I left, I gave him my coldest stare ever and left the room with a loud slam of the door. ‘I need time before I go back in there with Owen, I need time to adjust my mind over what just happened’ I thought to myself. As I walked into sunlight I was afraid I was going to burn up, but I didn’t so I guess it’s all just a myth, there was people walking and I couldn’t help but look at their necks with their veins popping out. I wonder how it would feel having the feeling of ripping their throats off and drinking every last drop of their delicious blood- no! I shook the feeling off of being a murderer out of my mind. Anyways, back to Owen… the guy that just killed someone in front of my eyes is not the Owen I fell in love with and why am I so afraid of him? I should of known that being a creature of the night comes with dark secrets, and maybe, and I’m saying maybe, if I were in his shoes I would of reacted the same way, maybe. “Ugh! I should go apologize to him. Being in love with someone makes it really hard to hate them.” I said out loud, and by the looks of the faces of people I would think that they think that I might be crazy.
I turned around and headed back to the little place I found out was a small cute looking house, and if I didn’t know any better it kind of looked like a place a happy old couple would live in, and to make it any better the little house has flower beds at the sides of the window. I opened the door and saw Owen on his knees, his back to me. As I got closer to him I heard small sobs, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty, why did I have to hurt the person I love most in this world? When he was right under me, I got to my knees, laced my arms through his and hugged him.
“Owen, I’m so sorry I screamed at you. It’s just that I was scared and really freaked out and I … I really didn’t mean all those things that I said. Would you forgive me?” I waited for him to talk but a minute passed and he still didn’t say anything. “Owen?” I asked a little concerned. I got up and went to sit in front of him this time. We sat there in silence, until I couldn’t take it anymore, so I cupped his face in my hands and made him look at me. When I looked at his face, I gasped and instantly let go of him and took a step back, only to have my back touch the wall. The man that was on the floor was a monster no! A-a beast! The sad thing was that it was still Owen, but he had blood red eyes and his fangs were popped out.
“What’s wrong, Tara? Do I look different to you somehow?” he asked menacingly and gave a cruel laugh. As he stood up, I bolted to the door, knowing that Owen could be really dangerous right now. I was almost to the door when Owens body was suddenly in front of mine. “Where do you think you’re going? Leaving me again? You know, I’m pretty hungry right know. Care to volunteer as a snack?” he said, but he didn’t let me finish as he hurled himself on me and bit my neck. Before he could even taste my blood, I pushed him off me and kicked him in his man hood.
“What’s wrong with you?! How did you end up being a savage beast?” I crocked out as tears started to wet my face. Owen was back on his feet and instead of throwing himself on me, he kicked my legs causing me to fall on my back. Knowing that I probably just received a sprained ankle, I crawled away from him and tried to reach the door. But I wasn’t very lucky; Owen grabbed my leg and threw me against the tall mirror beside the bed. I cried out in pain as a glass shard went through my arm, but what got my attention was that Owen was staring hungrily at my bleeding cut. With all the strength I had left in me, I grabbed part of the shard and pulled it out of my arm. “Ah, shit! This hurts like hell!” I screamed when I finally got it out. I looked at Owen, he suddenly looked different; he didn’t have red eyes and his fangs weren’t visible anymore. I slowly got up, ignoring all the pain, but as soon as I stood up I came tumbling back to the floor with a loud thud. I closed my eyes as the energy started to seep away from me, but as I was about to give in to unconsciousness I felt arms lifting me up and setting me down on the soft bed.
CHAPTER FOUR:
I opened my eyes and found Owen staring at me. As I was about to say something, a burning feeling crawled its way up to my throat as I let out a weird cough. Owen handed me a blood bag and its smell was so intoxicating that I ripped it open and chugged it down. When I got finished with the scrumptious blood, I got up and smacked Owen on the cheek. “What the hell was that f- never mind. I actually deserve it. Listen, I didn’t mean to do anything that happened. I just lost myself and I went all wild! I’m so sorry I hurt you…..will you forgive me?” Wow! Owen was actually pleading, I have never heard him plead before and I felt guilty again!
I gave a huge sigh and said that it was alright, but he didn’t seem convinced so I got up, which hurt like hell, and hugged him. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault”. We kissed and lay on the bed and sleep took over me.

Publication Date: 06-27-2011

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