Hi! I'm StarsGlow and this is my first time uploading a story on FanFiction :) I really hope you like it!
I have two personalities. If it weren't so easy to distinguish between them I'd start to worry but, seeing how they help me in my job, I guess it's alright. Whenever is needed I can swap between them, yet I clearly know which is mine. It isn't as obvious for everyone else to see as I've been told that I make my act very convincing, but for me it's the one that feels right. Whilst playing out the others one I feel empty, like I'm fooling the world – and myself – into believing I'm something that I'm not.
One minute I'm cute, the next I'm vicious. One minute I'm adorably childish, the next I'm annoyingly so. Thing is, my real personality isn't the good, cute one. I'm blunt, selfish, and I can easily forget that others have feelings too. I've hurt my friends and family more times than I can count. I excused myself though; people have insulted me in the most colourful of ways in the past, so why shouldn't I?
If they couldn't stand me they should just go away, not force me to endure their presence too. I was really against double sided people (ironically enough), those who pretended to care for you whilst they ripped out your heart, telling you to stop being yourself because they found you to be a monster.
'Monster's' a relative term though. To a mouse, a cat's a monster. Yet to us a cat's a friendly house pet. The only problem with that though was that I hadn't found someone who didn't think I was an abomination for a human being. So I wasn't just a cat, being misunderstood by a mouse; I was a monster, being seen as who I really was by the whole of humanity. I wasn't going to change who I was though – they could whine and beg to their heart's content, I'd continue being myself.
Unless I was on a job. If that was the case, my second personality came in. People liked that one better, thinking it was less scary to talk to it than to me, so whenever I was interviewing a suspect, the charm was turned on. It worked every single time, I had all of them feeding out of my hand. That's why I was so good at my line of work. A single bat of my eyelashes had everyone trusting me, and if that didn't work all I had to do was force my tear-ducts to work overtime. It was logical: the more you made someone think you were weak the more they were willing to pass you off as the less likely person to be a threat.
It sometimes made my head spin, how I could go from being top predator to soft bunny in milliseconds. The trick was though, that that wasn't the case. I was always the lion, stalking its prey, I just hid it well behind my blue eyes and blond hair. No one saw it coming, just as long as I faked well enough.
That was until I found Victor Benedict. He, for some reason, unleashed the full force that was me. I had yet to decide whether that was a good thing or not. Every time I saw him I couldn't keep back the unhelpful remarks and the snarky comebacks. But he was always at the ready to contradict all of my statements, never blinking an eye when I was rude and incomprehensible.
And he wound me up in ways I never thought possible. In fact, I also pushed his buttons a little too far. In the end though, we pulled through, and we got something neither one of us was expecting.
A friendship.
An unsolvable case.
A murderer on our tail.
A puzzle inside both our hearts.
And, despite everything else, somehow we found love.
Ok guys, so that's the prologue. It's kind of short though so I'll be posting Chapter 1 today too. That one's length is more similar to what the rest of the chapter length will be for this story (probably between 2,500 and 3,500 words).
I've also already written up Chapter 2 so if i get enough reviews i'll be putting it up tomorrow or monday *hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*. So if you liked it, give me a review. Any are appreciated, especially if it has constructive criticism :)