People believe it was an accident that killed my girlfriend a year ago, only it wasn't and I knew this all too well…It was my brother who wanted her dead and well what could I do? I protected her best I could from him. It's like I am reliving this nightmare over and over again. It just won't stop playing in my head. I loved her and still lover her till this day. I will tell you this story from the beginning of my life to it's horrific end or so it felt that way when I had lost her…I lost my one true love Ana, but no one seems to notice that and I hate the fact that I have to live with the truth that my brother, my own fashion blood brother killed my girlfriend! Why is all I ask?
"Ryan, what the hell did you do to her?" I yelled.
"Relax bro, I didn't kill her like you think I did." he answered.
"Oh right you expect me to believe that. When I see my girlfriend lying in your arms." I continued.
"I was looking out for you J, it was forbidden." Said my brother.
"You're looking out for me why? You never cared about me before and now you go and do something so stupid, so unforgivable. How could you kill her? Why would you kill her when you know I loved her why? You know what get out now and don't come back I hate you! If you ever come back I will hunt you down and kill you. I will. Don't doubt me for a second." I hollered
With that said he stormed out of the door and into the night and I haven't seen him since. I was panicking; I had to do something to keep her alive I had to. I was never really ready to tell her who I was and I never told her what I was. So I did the unthinkable I slit my wrist and stuck it to her mouth until her eyes went wide and she started to drink my blood and she went limp relaxing on my bed. I sunk my fangs into her neck and drank from her. Then I stopped and stood up and walked out onto my balcony. What have I done? What has my brother done? What have I gotten myself into? So many questions I asked myself. Was this the right thing to do? I knew I should have never moved here. She wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for me. The cool, fresh night air wasn't doing me any good. It should have and I wish it did. If I went back inside it would tear me up inside.
"J?" Someone whispered.
I slowly turned around to face my best friend Steven standing there with his girlfriend Angela.
"Hey Jay, you okay?" Angela asked.
I slowly nodded but surely I am not.
"J, everything will be okay dude." Steven said.
Angela came up to me and hugged me, Steven shook my hand and then slapped my shoulder and I slapped him back.
"No, everything's not ok. How can it be when my own brother decides to kill my girlfriend?" I answered.
"No, he didn't do that. He shouldn't have done that." Angela whispered.
"Angela, calm down you're not helping J." Steven said.
"Sorry Jay." Angela said.
No, it's ok." I replied.
"We ran into Ryan on our way here. I am not sure where he was heading though because he didn't say." Steven told me.
"Oh good, I don't want him here and I don't know what I'd do to him if he was here right now. I'd probably beat the crap out of him or tear his head off." I growled.
"You wouldn't want to do that to him Jay, because he's the only family you have left, blood related." Angela mumbled.
"I really don't give a damn right now he could die for all I care." I hissed.
"J, calm the hell down man. You're gone to go after someone and I am not letting you go after my girlfriend just because you're mad. Take it out o me or something, fight me were a pretty good match knowing each other's moves and stuff." Steven called out.
Really Steven wants me to fight him? I don't know if I can and I don't want to hurt him. Oh wait the hell with that were both strong.