Author's Note: Hi guys! New story and all!

This one is a bit different from my others. I want to just put some warnings out there. Child abuse is an undercurrent. There won't be any descriptions, at least not for a while. I'll warn on the chapters beforehand. And it'll be more of a reflection from the past.

This is Alternate Universe, so while I'll use some of the Original descriptions from the TV show there will be some of my own twists to it. I won't be following the show, either. Just using their characters as puppets for my own crazy story telling :)

Characters will be described differently, and some will be described the same. Either way, bare with me. My imagination doesn't always coexist with reality.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it ;)

Feedback is NEEDED. Kind of like a drug, except it won't kill me - hopefully.

Happy Reading . . .


Honestly, I wish I could tell you that I was angry or perhaps surprised, but I can't. The only emotion swarming within me at the moment was the one I wish I could deny the most. Hurt. I was hurt. Pain enveloped inside me like a cancer, sucking the life from my soul. You were supposed to be the one I could always count on. The one where my trust was safe and untested. It slipped away, and loneliness followed along with the realization. I was alone. Utterly and completely alone.

An arranged marriage. What century were we in? Because, last I checked, it was 2012 and those things didn't exist. No, not true. They weren't supposed to exist, but they did. Not for humans, per say. Alas, I wasn't human, but you understood. You know me. You know how edgy I get around new men, especially those of our kind. Being forced upon one wasn't just unsettling, it was unfathomable. You understood this. How could you?

If only one of us was blessed with the gift of premonition. Then we would have been able to see. We would have known the catastrophic events your choice put into motion. We would have seen the deaths and the rebellions caused by those simple words from your lips. Maybe, just maybe, we would have been able to keep the world from burning to ash.

Unfortunately, the fates had different plans. Our destinies were sealed and there is only one person in existence to blame . . . no, not you. Are you surprised? Did you think I would put Armageddon on your head for one measly betrayal? You know me better than that, mother. The only person responsible for my damnation . . . is me.