Author's Note: This story is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

This story is AU. It was written for the 2015 Summer Mystery Challenge (When The Lights Go Out Challenge).

My story is loosely based on this prompt - -Your character finds a hand written journal. They believe it to be a struggling writers attempt at a murder mystery. When the crimes start coming true around their city, they realize there is more to the story. It is also based on Milagro, an episode of X-Files.

~*~Destiny~*~

Marty Saybrooke sat in a wooden rocker, a precious baby within her arms. This child was a miracle. She was the light of her life. After losing her baby with John and the tragic loss of both Cole and Hope, this little girl was all that Marty had. John had left her for Natalie, and Marty had been all alone. She had decided to go to a fertility clinic and request to be artificially inseminated. She had specifically asked for an anonymous donor. Nine months later, she had given birth to a blue-eyed baby girl.

Marty had named her Gracie. And she was Marty's world - her everything.

But then the letters started coming...

Dearest Marty,

I think you should know; I am the father of your child. You said at the clinic that the donation should be anonymous, but I took it upon myself to supply the sample. I fathered your child. Your baby is a part of me.

I love you, Marty. I have always loved you... and someday, we'll be together - you, me, and our little Gracie.

I have been watching you. I have been watching both of you. When I have everything in place for our reunion, I will be coming for you.

Get ready. Your heart will be mine.

There had been no signature on the letter and no forwarding address. Marty told no one. She believed it to be true. She knew it was no hoax.

On the day of Gracie's birth, after a long and difficult delivery, Marty had drifted in and out of consciousness. As she lay in her hospital bed, a dark-cloaked figure stood over her. It was a man. Now he haunted her dreams.

"Marty, it's me," he spoke to her as if from a dream.

"I am the father of your child."

She should know that voice. She should... but yet she didn't.

For weeks she had thought it was a dream, until the letter arrived. Now she couldn't stop looking at it. Couldn't stop obsessing over it. Who was he? Who had fathered her baby?

His words chilled her. I will be coming for you, he had said.

Who was he? And when was he coming?

Looking down at Gracie's sweet face, Marty was overtaken with a sense of peace. *Whatever will be, will be,* she told herself. Whoever he was, it would seem that he was her destiny.

Author's Note: The next chapter will be called "Murderer." Stay tuned!