"Do you hear them?" I ask. "Hear what?" My sister asks with her hand clutching her mate as they stare at me warily. "The memories. Their so.......loud." I whisper as I trial the shadows creeping along the ceiling with my eyes. The dark tendrils form hands pointing and mocking me as my sister thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am. I roll my eyes. "They like you." "Really?" She says with a small hope in her eyes. "That's never a good thing." I say with a small laugh. "From you." She said a little defeated, "Nothing ever is." "Oh come now," I mutter, "We are born on the same day, same hour, how come I get all the evil and none of the good? You made me this way." The shadows curl and swirl around my wrist and ankles and in a heartbeat they let my restraints snap. They all jump back in fear. "It's just not fair, is it?" I rise from the chair, "Now, where is my mate?" ------------------------- This description is only part of the true story so please give it a try!