The pair of us

My otherness is killing me. Tyler is killing me

He haunts me, makes me watch while he does it, he rapes and kills and enjoys it.

I can't control him, I was here first and yet he rules.

I can't stand him and yet I know without him I'd be dead, just another body buried on that hill.

Perhaps I should of died, not let him take hold, I'd of been missed but I wouldn't be hated and feared, no one sees me anymore, they see him, his cunning smirk his evil eyes peering out from behind my long black eyelashes.

My body is mutilated and poisoned by his actions, I know I wont exist much longer it'll just be him.

He lost me my love, my Ruby Red, I fought for her, I fought for her love, but he drove her love away, but he lusted after her power.

I'm so proud of her for leaving, fighting him, finding someone who can love her. And still I long for her, so few remember me now; they see his actions, their memory clouded by what He had become. But she still remembers and I think if I could get in control near her she'd see me again.

But he knows this, he knows my thoughts my longing for control, he used to give me small bits of it. Right after he had done something terrible, he'd let me feel the guilt the sadness then he'd take control again and tell me I did it that it was my fault he'd hurt another girl.

Even now I only have control because of the pain racking our body, I remember the day I started feeling him, I was 13 only four days from my 14th birthday, and it was like my previous inner thought became my actions and I sat watching the girls changing rooms from behind his eyes, I thought it was a normal skinwalker teen thing, being a very sexual species awareness comes young.

He helped me through the flip I know it was him, he shut me away and he dragged my body through the flip. He did it for me he said, I know it was for himself now.

I didn't feel him for almost a year; he stayed hidden, watching me, waiting till I had an almost perfect life.

I had my Ruby Red I was on the football team I was popular and respected, had power and responsibilities I was a good person, not that different from what Sean is to Luke, best friend and beta.

Alex was my best friend, and alpha of our lot at the time, we had parties by the lake and teased the humans but just little pranks, buckets of water on doors, rotten eggs in their gym socks and lockers.

But he came out and took over when Alex died from cancer, I was almost 18 , his taunts and practical jokes on humans were mean, I had no control, he'd hunt pets using my pelt and leave them dead and decaying on their human owner's doorstep.

He got worse and worse, his jokes usually ended with a human in pain, he was cocky and taunted the adults into proving it was him/us/me, he raped a girl for the first time the night before my end of high school prom, I felt so sick, he let me have control for the prom knowing it would be a torture to be in the room with everyone talking about it, and to have flashbacks running through my mind.

Well enough is enough; my anger at His actions gives me strength. In three minutes I'll be 28, ten years is too long for an evil man to run free. Ten years is too long for an evil man to live.

Watching the CCTV screen in horror as his head crashed repeatedly off the stone flooring in the cellar, Viv ran from her office as quickly as she could. She was too late or you could say just in time as the clock chimed midnight and the small calendar clicked forward one day, august 3rd.

Happy Birthday Ty.