Author's Note: This story will be a series of drabbles and short chapters based off characters from ABC's One Life to Live. I don't own OLTL, ABC, or the characters. This was written for entertainment only!

(For this purposes of this story, Peter Manning and Irene Manning are siblings.)

Warning: This story will contain subject matter in which some readers may find offensive. It's not so much supernatural as it is other things as you will find out as you are reading. It will have some content that you may find upsetting or disturbing. Please read at your own risk!

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At night, when he tried to sleep in his bedroom, he could hear it howling. For the past three years, his mother and his uncle had kept a vicious beast caged in a pen. At night, it snarled, clawing at the iron bars as it longed to be set free. It never spoke, just growled and grunted, speaking in a guttural language that he could not understand.

He was frightened as he lay in his bed, holding the pillow over his head, wishing for the cries of the beast to stop. He didn't fear the beast so much as he feared the truth that lay within his soul. For the beast had once been his brother; his own twin, and once not all that long ago, the beast had been human - just like him. But something happened to make his brother into what he now was; a horrid beast.

He feared the beast and the stories his uncle told. He'd seen the scars it had left upon his uncle's body. He knew that no one would be safe if the beast was ever set free because it wanted to kill. It wanted the blood of his family, and Victor feared the beast would destroy them all if it ever left the pen.

"I think we should kill it," Peter said one night as they sat at the dinner table.

"We can't kill it. IT is my son," Irene disagreed.

"I'm afraid of it... and I don't want to bring it food anymore," sobbed Victor's older sister Tina. "It frightens me. It growls... and it drools... and I think it wants to devour me!"

"It wants to kill ALL of us," said Peter. "And it will if we don't destroy it first. It already attacked me with a knife."

Peter showed off the scars that the Beast had given him. They were deep, dark-red streaks where a knife had penetrated his flesh. Peter had barely survived the Beast's attack. It was at that point that Victor's twin had become something evil. Something to be feared. It was then that his mother and uncle had no other choice but to lock the Beast within the pen. Every day Peter warned his family that if Todd ever escaped, then Hell would descend upon them.

"He grows more wicked every day... and I cannot contain his evil," Peter warned.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" asked Irene.

Already they lived in seclusion; in a giant farmhouse within the woods. There was no other house nearby for miles. No one knew about the Beast and the fact that they had caged it. No one knew of their dark family secret. Irene had pulled her sons out of school. "I will teach them at home," she had stated. Victor hadn't seen another human outside of his family since his brother's transformation. Victor and Tina had also become prisoners upon the farm, because their mother and uncle would not let them leave. The whole family was too deeply entrenched in a state of darkness and fear.

"He's going to escape the pen, Irene. It's just a matter of time," Peter stated. "We have to find something to distract IT."

"What are you suggesting?"

"When puberty struck, he began having urges," said Peter. "He needs a woman; a female to be his mate."

"What?" Irene gasped. "You're going to find a woman... and toss her in there with him?! He'll KILL her!"

"Yes, he'll either kill her... or he'll bred her," Peter responded. "I'm hoping she will become his mate and that her presence here on the farm will help to calm his violent nature. All we need is for him to break out and begin attacking us one by one."

"You're out of your mind! Even if she does survive and she becomes impregnated, it could end in disaster! What kind of baby will the poor girl conceive? He's a vile beast; a fearsome creature!" Irene gasped. "The farm could be quickly overrun with his spawn!"

Victor listened as his mother and uncle argued on and on about the fate of the beast. Finally, his uncle slammed his fist down upon the table. "I am the man here, and I have spoken!" he growled. "I will go to the closest farm and put in an offer for a young woman. I will bring her back to the farm, and she will be given to the Beast. It is what HAS to be done!"

"You have no right to speak to me that way," Irene exclaimed. "Maybe you spoke to your late wife so harshly, but you won't use that tone of voice with me! I am your SISTER... and you should give me respect!"

"It's your fault that you gave birth to such a monstrous creature!"

"I gave him over to you for safe-keeping when he was born! He lived with you and your wife the first fourteen years of his life - whatever happened, it's on YOU!"

Irene glanced over at Victor, her most beloved offspring. "He was Victor's twin... and we all know that Victor turned out to be PERFECT!" she stated. "So whatever happened to Todd, YOU caused!"

Peter just shook his head. "Bitsey is the one to blame. She softened him... made Todd into a pansy," Peter spat. "She made the boy hate me."

"Well, Bitsey's dead now ... and she can't defend herself. Whatever happened to Todd, we can't let it destroy the rest of us. We have to protect the family ... and we have to do whatever is necessary to control the Beast."

"Send for the girl," Irene relented. "But if I come to regret this, it's on YOU, Peter!"

"You won't regret it," Peter stated with a wicked grin on his face. "None of us will."