Note: I feel like changing my OC's name. I come to not hate but certainly don't like the name Annette for my OC anymore. So from this point onward her name will be Marianne it means bitter grace. Also, I apologize in advance if there are any subtle pov changes. Really don't know where my head is at the moment.

1858 - Somewhere in Texas

In the years to come since letting go of her humanity, death has never strayed. She has tormented, tortured, and murdered many who tried and failed to stop her fun. Until one day it wasn't. After 20+ long years, Marianne has grown tired and bored of this game. No more was it fun to mess with others' lives, no more was it fun to watch as the life of those who annoyed or were just in her way, and no more did she care about the destruction she left through every city or town she passed by.

Having no humanity was fun for a while but now it just seemed tedious to her. Too much work, not enough fun. Now that this has lost its allure, it was time for a change. She took her time walking down the road heading to Huston, contemplating whether or not to give in and revive her authentic self. Seeing as she has no inspiration to continue her wrongdoings, the moment she came across the "Welcome to Huston sign" it was decided. Once more Marianne was back to her normal self.

Or at least she should have been.

For now, she is on her knees screaming her heart out as she remembers all the bad that was left behind. She may have not felt anything when doing what she's done but now she suffers from deep remorse and agony for what she allowed herself to become. This once kind-hearted being will forever be scarred by the events she let occur. One wrong decision had completely changed her life. Falling to lay on her side, she curls into herself as if trying and failing to hide away from the world around her.

Never before having to face the repercussions of locking away every once of humanity within her. Due to her strong emotions and sensitivity, she began to break. How could she have done such things? How has she let all get out of hand? She did not want to feel these things but feared it would be worse if she were to give in to the little voice inside her head to let it all go once more. She couldn't, never again she vowed, never will she flip her switch ever again.

"Mi-s"

"Y-ng La-y"

"Ple-se, wake- up."

"Open you- ey-. Come on -ow." Who is that?

"Are you okay now, Miss" What happened?

With a silent groan, I try to open my eyes. But they felt sewn shut, heavy like lead. Everything hurt, and my throat felt sore. Why is that? Within the next moment, it all came at once. I remember now, I remember it all. My eyes began to fill with tears, and the most pitiful whine escaped my lips.

"Oh no! Miss, oh miss, please don't cry." A docile voice spoke to me, "It's all gonna be okay now. Not to worry, the Sheriff will find whoever hurt ya."

But no one laid a finger on me, it was I who killed that poor family. It is I, who they should put behind bars or mutilate. I have become something I never meant to become. A shadow in the dark, the creature hiding under children's beds… a monster.

I don't know when but I must have fallen asleep after crying my eyes out. Blinking, I am met with a bright light coming in through the curtains. The sun was already high in the sky, it must have been a little after noon. Weak, I feel as if I lost most of my strength. This in itself is enough of a clue that I have not fed in a few weeks. How badly was I hurt that I had been sleeping for that long? Or was I merely just exhausted mentally and emotionally. Irritated that I was immobile for so long I forced myself to get up.

Looking down at my now ruined clothes, I also noticed that I was in dire need of a bath. Such a lovely host, I have been taken care of. "Poppycock!" I scoffed. Tilting my head downwards, listening for anything living. Nothing, not a sound be it moving about, breathing, nor a heartbeat. Nobody home, now that was just rude. Leaving their home while an "injured" guest still hasn't awakened doesn't mean they might never.

Going through their drawers and cupboards, it's obvious just how broke these people are. Over the years the number of bucks and priceless artifacts earned or bargained for has left me wanting to more. Yes, I am greedy but unlike my siblings I know how to give back and help others.

Note: I swear I have writers block but I wanted to get this chapter out there even if its short by my standards. Enjoy... I guess. -Bee