Disclaimer: Night World is the property of LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing it for fun.
Summary: A girl kills and steals the identity of her estranged twin, in order to get revenge on the shapeshifter she believes is responsible for the murder of her soulmate.
Part 1
She didn't care who thought she was crazy. No one she knew had been through what Alyssa had been through. Now she had finally figured it out.
Two years might not seem all that long, though to Alyssa, it seemed more like two centuries. The loss of a soulmate, a murder with no explanation, could do that to a person.
"You're going to get caught before you even get there."
The voice was that of her supposed best friend Trisha. "I know you've suffered, but this is just insane."
Alyssa stared out the window of her tiny apartment, not that there was really much to see. A vacant lot and a one-way street with a smashed-up abandoned car left outside her building. Some best friend, Alyssa thought moodily.
She had wanted someone to talk to, someone who could understand, and who could you talk to if not your best friend? Now she realised what a mistake that was turning out to be. She turned to face Trisha dead on.
"You look terrible," Trisha said sympathetically, venturing a step closer to Alyssa.
Alyssa caught a glimpse of her reflection, distorted in a broken mirror. Strangely beautiful in it's own weird way. Her jagged face was sickly pale, more grey than pale peach. Her lips, normally full and sensual, were thin and tight. Her figure was slender, emphasized by the hip-hugging black leather pants and black top she wore. Her long red hair fell to jut beneath her shoulders. Enhanced with the beauty of the Night World, an admirer might view her as 'tragically beautiful'.
Alyssa didn't feel beautiful at the moment. She eyed Trisha tiredly.
"I'm sure you can come with me to Las Vegas, you'll really like everyone in Circle Daybreak, they're not all that bad."
Alyssa had heard all this before. She'd ignored it every time and that didn't mean she was going to change her mind now. "I'm going through with my plan whether you like it or not. I thought you would understand."
Trisha sighed with exasperation. She could see she wasn't getting anywhere. "You know I'm not going to let you out of here."
Trisha stood in front of the apartment door, arms out, her large body blocking the way.
Alyssa nodded calmly. "Yeah, I expected this." For the first time in months, she found herself relieved that Trisha was only human. She smiled coldly. "I can't let anyone stop me."
She pulled a small black gun from behind a lamp on a near by coffee table, and calmly shot the girl who used to be her best friend, once in the face and once in the heart.
Trisha didn't even have time to scream. She collapsed in a bloody heap, bits of her face splattering on the door and the walls. Alyssa was careful to move aside to avoid getting any blood on herself.
She put the gun inside a small suitcase she had ready and waiting. Using her feet she managed to kick Trisha's body out the way enough to get out the door and lock it behind her.
She smiled to herself, leaving the building. Merelyn was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.
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Summary: A girl kills and steals the identity of her estranged twin, in order to get revenge on the shapeshifter she believes is responsible for the murder of her soulmate.
Part 1
She didn't care who thought she was crazy. No one she knew had been through what Alyssa had been through. Now she had finally figured it out.
Two years might not seem all that long, though to Alyssa, it seemed more like two centuries. The loss of a soulmate, a murder with no explanation, could do that to a person.
"You're going to get caught before you even get there."
The voice was that of her supposed best friend Trisha. "I know you've suffered, but this is just insane."
Alyssa stared out the window of her tiny apartment, not that there was really much to see. A vacant lot and a one-way street with a smashed-up abandoned car left outside her building. Some best friend, Alyssa thought moodily.
She had wanted someone to talk to, someone who could understand, and who could you talk to if not your best friend? Now she realised what a mistake that was turning out to be. She turned to face Trisha dead on.
"You look terrible," Trisha said sympathetically, venturing a step closer to Alyssa.
Alyssa caught a glimpse of her reflection, distorted in a broken mirror. Strangely beautiful in it's own weird way. Her jagged face was sickly pale, more grey than pale peach. Her lips, normally full and sensual, were thin and tight. Her figure was slender, emphasized by the hip-hugging black leather pants and black top she wore. Her long red hair fell to jut beneath her shoulders. Enhanced with the beauty of the Night World, an admirer might view her as 'tragically beautiful'.
Alyssa didn't feel beautiful at the moment. She eyed Trisha tiredly.
"I'm sure you can come with me to Las Vegas, you'll really like everyone in Circle Daybreak, they're not all that bad."
Alyssa had heard all this before. She'd ignored it every time and that didn't mean she was going to change her mind now. "I'm going through with my plan whether you like it or not. I thought you would understand."
Trisha sighed with exasperation. She could see she wasn't getting anywhere. "You know I'm not going to let you out of here."
Trisha stood in front of the apartment door, arms out, her large body blocking the way.
Alyssa nodded calmly. "Yeah, I expected this." For the first time in months, she found herself relieved that Trisha was only human. She smiled coldly. "I can't let anyone stop me."
She pulled a small black gun from behind a lamp on a near by coffee table, and calmly shot the girl who used to be her best friend, once in the face and once in the heart.
Trisha didn't even have time to scream. She collapsed in a bloody heap, bits of her face splattering on the door and the walls. Alyssa was careful to move aside to avoid getting any blood on herself.
She put the gun inside a small suitcase she had ready and waiting. Using her feet she managed to kick Trisha's body out the way enough to get out the door and lock it behind her.
She smiled to herself, leaving the building. Merelyn was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.
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