Cressida's POV

We started driving and I can tell Trent was really tired. "Are you ok?" I asked in a tone I think Gwen would use. Hell if it was me I'd say 'why so tired. You where tied to bed, why not sleep?' but Gwen wouldn't. Hell she doesn't even know I tired him to a bed.

"Just, just sleepy. Where are we going?" he yawned.

"Let me drive you sleep. I know where we are going and we will get there faster if I drive." I smiled he nodded in another yawn and pulled over. He sleeplessly got out of the car and I followed in suite. I stood in front of him when we met in front of the car.

"I love you." I smiled and kissed him quickly. He smiled and passed me to the passenger seat. I got in the drivers seat and began driving as Trent fell asleep. Good I need him sleeping when I do this. I laughed at the thought.

'where are we going?' the annoying voice said.

'Cant you sleep like our man?' I asked looking at the sleeping vampire. I drove for a few minutes and stopped a block away from my destination. I got out with the pocket knife.

'I know where we are. What the hell are we doing here?'

'Shut up.' I said to her as I sliced all the tires. Then I got back in the car and drove off.

"Oh my gosh. Trent I think I ran something over." I said shaking him and pulling over.

"What?" he asked now half awake.

"I think we got a flat." I said as I got out of the car.

'You bitch. I can't believe you'd do this.' She yelled at me.

"Great. This will take hours." Trent said.

"Can I help you?" came the familiar voice. I turned around to see Gwen's father exciting the garage. And her mother in the window.

"We have a problem." I said in a sad tone. With the wig they won't know I'm Gwen. But Gwen shall feel the sting. "Can you help us?" I asked

"Sure." Her father said walking to us. Perfect.

Trent's POV

I was first mad to see we had a flat. On not one, but all four tires. Then I was curious. Isn't it odd how we wound up in front of Gwen's old house? Why would she do that? She knows she can't be attached to them why would she do this.

"Please come inside and let my husband work." Her mother said. She looked a little bit like Gwen. Same eyes and something in the face looked the same as well.

"We'd love to." Gwen said following her. I followed her to. I would have helped Gwen's father but I can't leave Gwen alone.

We sat together on a couch in front of an old coffee table. Gwen's mother came in with lemon aid and some cookies.

"This is all very thoughtful of you." Gwen said picking up a cookie.

"Think nothing of it. My name is Maria." She said.

"I am Todd Smith. And this is my wife Wendy Smith." I said.

"Where are you two heading?" Maria asked.

"To Texas. For our honey moon." Gwen said. Then they babbled on and on about boring stuff.

"Where are you two staying?" she asked.

"Oh we were planning on driving threw the night. But we cant now." Gwen said.

"I have an empty room upstairs you can use. It was my daughters. Before she, left." Maria said. Its obvious Gwen's fake death still hurts her. Why is she twisting the knife in the wound?

"Ok, it if it isn't too much trouble." Gwen smiled.

"Not at all." Maria said before getting up and leading Gwen to the room. I am very suspicions. Why is she doing this?

O0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

Time passed and before I knew it, we were getting ready for bed. Gwen's old room was empty now. A few boxes and furniture. But knickknack's and clothing were gone.

I laid back on the bed, that was shockingly comfortable and began to sleep.

"What are you doing?" Gwen said. I looked at her and she had this odd gleam in her eye. I don't recognize that look. "It's our honey moon." She purred.

"What's with you? This is your parents house." I hissed she rolled her eyes and got up. "Where are you….?" but I was cut short.

"Bathroom." She said walking out.

Gwen's POV

The bitch is getting on my last nerves. She entered the bathroom. I fought as hard as I could to re-gain my control. It was working. She was on the floor panting. And hissing 'no', fighting against me, but I was winning.

I finally had control over my body again. I ran out of the bathroom ready to tell Trent when I smelled the most delicious thing ever. Fresh human blood. I began to follow the sent. I followed the sent growing thirstier by the second. My fangs slowly came down with every step; my nails grew longer and sharper with the passing seconds. I opened the wooden door that lead to my father's tool shed. He was there and he was holding a rag to his fingers. I saw the hand saw had blood on it. He was sawing wood and he had an accident.

"You were always so clumsy." I laughed. He turned around fast and looked at me.

"G-Gw-Gwen? Is ….is that really you?" he stuttered.

"Sorta." I laughed showing my fangs. He went even paler and he was when he first saw me. "Aren't you happy to see me daddy?" I asked creping closer.

"Stay away from me. What are you?" he said backing up in fear.

"Your loving daughter." I said before I tackled him to the ground. I felt a surge of energy wash over me. Like diving head first into a cold pool when you are completely dry. I loved this feeling. I get high off this. I lost all sanity and drained my own father dry.

Did he scream? I don't know.

Did he cry? I don't know.

Did he beg me to stop? I don't know.

But I do know that with his last strength. Before he died he said "I still love you Gwen."

I backed off him and then I realized what I did. I was shaking in fear. I just killed my own father. My dad. Dead. And I'm his killer.

'Get a hold of your self' Cressida said in my brain. I ignored her and went to a mirror and was shocked by what I saw. In the reflection wasn't me. But the girl staring back was Cressida herself. She had long sleek black hair that was dyed red half way down her head. Her skin was an olive color and her eyes where black surrounded by red. Her facial features resembled me, but she was leaner, her bones sharper, her nails dagger like, her teeth like a shark. She was designed to kill.

'What is this?' I asked in my brain.

"It's me Gwen. This is how I look if I was my own person. Only you can see me like this. I am the same. I see you when I look in mirrors." She laughed.

"What am I going to do?" I cried. But not tears instead blood came from my weeping eyes. Part of being a vampire. Cressida was also crying even if she had a smile on her face.

"Stop it. We both cry then. TOUGHEN UP. What the fuck is this? You weren't so sad killing him?" she yelled at me.

"He's my father." I yelled to her.

"No. you are a vampire. We don't have parents. SO STOP THE WATER WORKS." She said then she whipped her face with me. "Blood works is more like it."

"What am I going to do?" I asked her.

"I know you don't trust me but you have to. I need you to put me in charge." She said. "Before you react, I know what to do. We need to get rid of the body and make it seem like her ran off." She said. "Trust me. When all is done you can have your control back. I swear." She said. I sighed and let her have control. Then she blocked me out. She better let me back or she will pay.

Cressida's POV

Finally I have control. The first thing I did was block Gwen off. Not just me hearing her, but her seeing what I am doing. It would be too much for her. Even if I think she deserves it.

I sighed and picked up the blood drained body and placed it on the work covered work table. I picked up the hand saw and got down to business.

I started with the arms. I lifted his left arm in the air and began to saw it off. The shark like metallic teeth cutting into his dead flesh, tearing it off slowly. Then I sawed into his muscles. Cutting blood vessels that spurted my face and drenched my hands and clothing. Then the hard part. The bone. I vigorously sawed into it, crushing it; cutting threw it and finally succeeded. One limb down many to go.

After the arms where cut into small chunks I placed them in an empty cooler. Then I worked on his legs. They where harder to cut threw but I managed. Now I am left with a torso and a head.

I grabbed a sharp knife like thing and cut him open. I ripped the skin off and placed that in the cooler as well. I was binging to feel frightened when the cooler was filling and I had a lot more to do. Oh well. Not like it'll stay in the cooler.

I ripped each of his organs out one by one. I started with the lungs. Then the small and large intestine. Now the tricky part. If I remove others I'll have a big mess and destroy the rest. And I need that heart. I carefully removed it from his chest cavity and placed it in a separate container.

What to do with a head and empty chest cavity? I shrugged and wrapped the body or what's left of it, in the table cover and put it in a garbage bag. Once all the evidence was in the bag I put it in the truck of there car.

I drove to the nearest dump and got out with the bag. I was about to throw it over into the cremation line when someone yelled at me. I turned around to see who and it was some random guy. "What yall doing here?" he asked.

"I'm dumping a body" I answered.

"Carry on." He said walking away. I laughed to myself but continued what I came to do. I threw the body into the cremation line and watched as it burned. I inhaled the sent of burning flesh and chuckled. I glanced at my watch and realized I had only 5 hours to cook my special meal. So I drove home fast.

AN: Hope you liked it. I am not dissing New Jersey; I am simply poking fun at it. So don't flame me if you're mad at that. Thank you. Please Review.