As the car swerved, my mother screamed, frantically trying to recover from the collision. Her heart was beating frantically, but yet it would only grow faster. Her eyes were wide open, focused on the ground in front of her. She was running completely on adrenaline; anything less would have left her frozen.

My dad was breathily heavily, utterly shocked and scared for his life. I could see the sweat sliding down his statuesque face, his jaw dropped and his eyebrows lifted. His chest was beating like a drum. He hands were firmly gripped on the arm rested, not letting go.

My mothers’ petite fingers moved the wheel, trying to bring the car back onto all four wheels, but having no luck. The car was hit with perfect precession, as if it was an assassination. Little did they know it was.

John, grandmama’s butler, practiced and did research on how to hit the car so it would knock them onto two wheels. He knew they drove past the arroyo frequently and stalked them until he knew they would be there, then crashing into the perfectly, all his work paying off.

Hurdling towards an arroyo, my mother released the handle, too scared to move. At the first sign of a curve the car flipped and proceeded to tumble down the short decline. The wind shield shattered, and thanks to gravity and unsurvivable luck, it all stabbed into my father’s chest, creating a creator like hole.

The initial impact of the glass shot blood in all directions, the blooding flooding out afterwards.

My father’s face was frozen in that awful expression of fear and agony. My mother couldn't move, petrified in fear ever since she felt my father’s blood coat her body. It had splattered on her face down to her feet, thick and heavy. She just couldn’t handle the thought of my father being dead. It was as if her worst, darkest, and utterly awful nightmares came true.

As the car settled, both my parents laid there, dead. My mother would have survived the crash itself, but the fear and petrifaction of my father’s death stopped her heart forever.

John continued to drive by, almost no damage being done to his car. He didn’t even look back to see if they were dead, he knew they were. His face was filled with happiness, and the only thing he had on his mind was having fun with being chased by the cops, wanting to lead on a nice chase and cause a lot of damage, and he did.

That vision raced through my mind as I looked into the mirror, but what truly scared me was what I saw after it was over. It was myself, but in the exact uniform that John wore, the keys of Grandmama's deadly limo dangling from my finger. However, the worst part was my face. Nothing was technically wrong with it, but it wore a dark, ominous smile and its eyes held the look of a killer.

I was frozen in fear, truly and completely, of myself. It felt as if although I hadn't killed them, I could have, and would have, given the opportunity. No part of my mind could stop that one, foreign thought. As it settled, my mind twisted until it felt like I had to be a killer. I was always destined to be one, and I was supposed to kill my parents. The only way to make amends for my failure was to the kill cause of my loss...

Alexandre.

“Leeon!” I heard Alexandre shout, his words cold and numbing until I realized the numbness came from his hand that has just hit me across the face.

I re-focused my gaze onto him, looking away from the mirror. He had opened the door and was now standing in the door way, staring at me. As I stared at him, I saw a murderer. I had to kill him as he killed my parents. I would leave a hole in his chest bigger and deeper than my father while making him be just as shocked as my mother.

I would make him suffer as much as both of my parents did and I would hold back no mercy. I couldn’t or it wouldn’t be fair. My parents died in cold murder and yet the true murder was standing in front of me, expecting me to apologize for sneaking out. Little did he know I was ready to kill him.

My hands were inkling to move, twitching around. My legs were shaking and my toes were stretched out. I was ready to show Alexandre, the evilest person I knew, what true evil and pain was. I would rape him of his own life, leaving him nothing but a dead body.

I would use every tool in his basement on his body, then placing him in the green tube next to the baby. I wanted to move it into my bedroom so I could be constantly reminded of the great feet I had done, and how well I had done it.

Stepping back, I bit into my thumb and swallowed the blood that flowed out of it. The blood slid down my throat as the contact ignited the spark to change me. I stood there grinning as my body was still, not showing an ounce of pain. I could see the confusion and slight fear in Alexandre’s eyes as I changed. He was surprised I didn’t fall to the floor, and was confused by my reaction.

He probably would have expected me to apologize or be filled with fear due to me being caught again. Neither of us knew what seeing a mirror would do to me, and he would soon see how enlightened it left me.

Smiling, I shouted, “You killed my parents, letting them tumble to their death, not giving me the chance to do it myself! Well guess what? Now I’m going to kill you, letting you feel the awful pain they felt. I tried once and failed, but now I have the motivation and strength. You can’t win!” Adrenaline was coursing through my demonic veins, giving me that feeling of extreme power and invincibility.

I could feel the dark source of energy emanating from me. I could see that Alexandre felt it too from the look of fear corrupting his face. I wanting to bathe in the power I felt, but I had more important matters to attend to. Killing Alexandre.

I slowly approached him, my speed increasing, until I ran at him, my first hitting good and hard against his tight chest, the muscles absorbing part of the blow before sending Alexandre flying back into the wall on the other side of the hallway. I knew no amount of muscles could fair against my power.

He fell to his knees after the initial impact but he was quickly on his feet, his muscles flexed to increase his size, braced for a fight. I jumped at him, my tail slashing across his face, cutting his cheek. I punched his gut but the impact didn’t get past his huge muscles. I looked up at him and he was smiling as if he had been scared without a cause before. But he didn’t know that I had been holding back.

Angered by his arrogance, I let go and started a full on assault. My tail had caused significant damage, his body covered in slashes, and I was able to knee him in the back, limiting his ability to attack back by temporarily paralyzing certain parts of his body.

He ended up scampering away from me when I reached out and got my hands on the chain of my mother necklace. I ripped it off his neck and, using it as a weapon, hit the locket against his face, holding the chain. I let it out of my hands and let it fly into the wall, falling to the floor.

I could see the re-found fear in his eyes as I slowly approached him, excited to kill him. My tail was up to his neck while we stood close together, our chest’s touching.

“You ready to die?” I asked, my face bearing a huge grin. I could see sweat slide down the side of his face and I felt his chest breathing heavily, rising and falling against my own. His eyes were open wide and his hair was all tangled and messed up behind his shoulder.

“Leeon, please. I only had your parent’s killed so I could be with you. I love you Leeon, please spare me and let me live with what I’ve done on my conscience. Isn’t that a better punishment?” he said, sorrow filled in each of his words. I looked into his eyes and only saw honesty, my mind shattering and dividing into a brutal war of love and revenge.

Kill him and get my sweet, sweet revenge, or let him live in pain with his love? Revenge was necessary to fill the hole in my heart, but his love was so tempting. His body gave me all the pleasures I dreamed of, all the romance I could handle, and all the affection I craved. But he killed my parents, whom I reserved the right to kill subconsciously as a child, and the only way to get back at him was to kill him. The two sides fought bravely, the battlefield covered in dead bodies and blood, but as the last warrior’s blades clashed, love prevailed.

I slowly let my tail fall back into its natural position as the anger in my face was washed away and replaced with remorse for all the pain I caused Alexandre’s aching soul.

It was as if the vision had finally lost control over me and I regained control over my conscience. I couldn’t believe what I had done, but the worst part was what I had thought. Somehow the dream convinced me that I should have killed my parents, and that I wanted to! That was crazy. It scared me knowing what the demon could do to me, his power seeming to grow with each vision.

“I’m so sorry. Alexandre – please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. My mind was just so set on getting revenge that I didn’t realize that it had already been served, justice already having been dealt. You must feel so awful, I’m so sorry,” I said, my throat threatening me with the feeling of crying while I spoke.

I finally pushed the feeling back before I continued to say, “I forgive you.”

His face slowly lit up as he stared into my eyes, romancing them with his dark, elegant beauty. “Leeon, that is more than I could have ever asked for from you. I truly thank you. Come, let’s go to our bedroom.”

His sweet words danced around my heart, causing it to expand and reach for those words, trying to pulling them inside. I never wanted to let go of those few words. He truly captivated my thoughts, my mind, my heart. I was darkly in love with him and nothing could have changed the pure bliss I felt at that moment.

He leaned towards me and kissed me tenderly, his lips softly brushing against mine before he pulled them away, leaving me wanting so much more, but before I could kiss him back his lips were gone and his hand was holding mine, taking us away from the dark hallway and towards his room.

His room wasn’t far and before I realized it we were walking up the stairs entering his room. He took me to the bed where we sat facing each other and I was finally able to kiss him back, our tongues briefly mingling before he separated us to speak.

“Leeon. Tell me, what made you attack me?” Alexandre said, but it was missing the forceful tone he usually held.

“I saw a vision of my parent’s death in the mirror and when you hit me I was pulled out. My thoughts led to an extreme anger that made me want to kill you,” I said, my sorrow deepening, causing a numbing pain in my stomach that seemed to slowly sneak up on me and hit me all in one powerful blow.

I was surprised he seemed so kind and caring at that moment. He never stopped surprising me. I could sense the dark, cold feeling from him, but it was overshadowed by a kind, warm feeling. It was like he hid his darker nature for me, knowing I was hurting.

“Oh, I see the demon still manages to get inside your head. I don’t think changing what he has power over will stop that. You’ll have to learn how to control your outburst, or you could get in trouble,” he said, those last words holding a darker tone that resonated inside me, mentally making me fear the lack of control I had.

I didn’t realize it then, but as he spoke those words, the warm, kind feeling was fading and the cold, dark feeling was taking over again. I was too blinded by love to notice the darker side prevailing, only going to show he could never attain a kind, warm personality and feeling.

“I – I don’t know if I can. I’m not myself when he’s in control. I didn’t mean to look at the mirror, I just glanced at it and then any sense of control I had was gone. If I had a small amount of control that I could hold on to grasp onto, then maybe I could stop myself, but there isn’t,” I pleaded, trying to explain the awful docile feeling I felt when I acted on the demons dreams or visions.

“Well you need to find that small amount of control and grab it with an iron fist,” he growled, an awkward sense of silence filling the room for several moment. Usually I would be mad at him, but considering all I had done, all I could do was love him even more for not killing me.

With the silence came a feeling of mystery. I knew there was something Alexandre was going, or needing, to tell me. I just knew it. It was something important, something life changing. Although I had a feeling, deeply rooted and almost unnoticeable, that it would cause much, much more than I will expect.

“There is something you need to know,” he announced, his voice piercing the air, shattering the silence like glass. My wondering gaze quickly shot to his eyes, the silver coloration without emotion. The left side of his mouth was lifted slightly, showing his happiness, no matter how he was trying to hide it.

I knew it! I wished he had just told me, not making me wait the several seconds to know what was so important to spark my precognition. It had to be huge. I hadn’t gotten a precognitive sense like that until moments before the policemen showed up at my house to tell me my parents were dead. I was almost deadly afraid what Alexandre was going to tell me was bad, but I begged for it to be good.

“In three days time I need you to kill Lance,” he said simply. How was I supposed to do that? Did he not know Lance was his vessel? I’d have to kill Alexandre, right? Nothing my mind came up with could make sense of that one sentence.

“How would I kill him?” I asked.

“I will split into two bodies, one will be myself and one will be him. His soul will be in his body and mine will be in my own. All you have to do is kill his body and soul,” he said as if it was something I should have known. Think I would be able to kill him and only him in his body was exciting. I couldn’t wait to destroy the one thing that caused almost all of my pain. That made me wonder if there was a certain way I needed to kill him, or if I could kill him how I wanted.

“Do I need to kill him any certain way?”

“You could quickly slit his throat or slowly and painfully kill him. However you want to kill him, just have some fun with it,” he said, a smile creeping on his face.

My face lit up just thinking about all the awful ways I could kill him. I wanted to plan how I would do it so I can enjoy it as much as I could. Should I slowly cut off his fingers and toes and then cut up his arms and legs in thin slices, or skin him and rip his muscles apart, then crushing his organs in my own hands, squeezing the life out of each of them?

“Great,” I said, pleasure and excitement dripping from my face.

I was so happy what he told me wasn’t bad. I was so excited to kill him. I then assumed that my precognition is sparked by anything extreme, whether it is good or bad. I knew I felt as if it wouldn’t go as expected, but I figured that maybe lance would put up a fight, which only made it more exciting. I wanted to see him struggle and fail, realizing he would be killed and unable to do anything about it.

Smiling, Alexandre replied, “Come, let us bathe and clean ourselves.”

My heart’s pace increased, wondering if that meant sex. I desperately wanted him but yet I knew I had to learn to control myself. If I couldn’t control my temptations I could never gain control over the demon. Control yourself, Leeon! You can do it. At least try.

“Ok.” The words slipped out of my mouth, desperately trying to stay as calm and innocent as I could.

The bath seemed to emanate a sense of romance and lust, which was exactly what I didn’t need. It would truly put be to the test, but could I pass. I was scared of failing, knowing the consequences.

He walked to the bath and slowly lifted his legs over its walls, entering its petal covered water. He ended up leaning against one wall with his arms stretched out along its walls, his legs stretched out in front of him, clinging to one side so I had room for mine.

Slowly, I walked to the edge of the bath, continuing to yell at myself, “Control! Keep yourself in control!” although no matter how loud my mental screams were my mind still wondered. I copied Alexandre’s motions of getting in the bath, my body’s ending position mirroring his.

Somehow, the candles around the room dimmed to a romantic glow. It seemed as if every force of nature was out to make me fail. I didn’t need any help to fail, but I got it anywhere.

As the water settled from my movement, Alexandre stopped it by moving onto his knees and slowly crawling up to me, my legs underneath his arched body. His lips took no time to meet mine and quickly began tempting me, putting my control to the test.

He reached his hand behind me and out of the bath, coming back with a white, circular container that had a golden top. My mind quickly linked it as the shampoo Grandmama used when she got ready for the ball and it made me wonder how Alexandre got it. It had to be at least 100 years old, and yet it looked brand new.

I knew it wasn’t a reproduction because, unlike all the products made today, it didn’t have a label or brand name on it. And, besides the physical evidence, I could sense a feeling of authentic age coming from it, and almost the feeling of an innocent girl, having to be Grandmama.

He poured some in his hand and then held it out for me. I raised my hand to its opening and he poured some of its rich creamy contents into my palm.

We both lathered it in our hands, our lips never separating, and I went to wash my own body but then I felt his hands rubbing my chest and I realized I was to wash his body.

Closing my eyes, I cleaned his body of perfection, holding onto my control with every fiber of my being. We both touched every part of each other, only making my control weaken, although I realized I could have skipped certain parts of his body, and that by not skipping it I was giving in to the temptation.

Once we had washed each other, he grabbed the lavender shampoo and poured some in both of our hands. Once again we lathered it with water and began to wash each other’s hair. As we finished, we cupped water and poured it over each others’ hair to rinse it. It took a long time not being able to fully submerge our hair, but eventually it did the job.

Alexandre’s long, luscious hair was so soft after I had rinsed it I knew the shampoo had to have conditioner in it, unless his hair was unnaturally soft, which I didn’t count out as a possibility. But, after feeling my own, I knew it had conditioner because I knew my hair was very much natural.

Fully cleaned, he pulled his lips away and stood up, walking out of the bath. A flood of water came off our body, covering the floor. I followed, not sure of how we were supposed to dry after my