Created by dominique6 on Monday, December 13, 2010

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It had been two weeks since her dramatic kill. She thought it was like a play and someone written it that way-as if that could happen. She was sitting on Gran’s couch, in Gran’s house. (She really should stop calling it that.) It was her house now. The funeral had been a week and a half ago, but she hadn’t gone because she still didn’t want to see the rest of her family. The way she saw it, if they had lived 14 years without seeing her, then they could wait a few more. Anyway, the will had been read following the funeral and the lawyer had informed her that Gran had left the house and everything in it to her. But there was a catch: Catalina had to have Jess live in the house with her until someone else moved in. That was okay with Catalina. After all, he had been kind of protecting her for years, and since she kind of didn’t have a family she talked to anymore, she could use her best friend around. Then she realized that this was the first time that she had been in the house alone, without anything to do. She really hadn’t been alone in 14 years. It was really kind of nice, until she started thinking about killing a person, no matter how horrible he is.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep--a watch alarm? It was coming from the top left corner of the computer desk. The watch said in big letters: LOOK THROUGH THIS DRAWER. That was weird. Deep under a stack old drawings and book reports Gran had apparently saved from the time she was five, there was a letter. It said: TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, YES THAT MEANS YOU. She opened it. It was a letter in Gran’s, Gramps’s, and Jess’s handwriting. It said:

Dear person,

If you are reading this, then it is August 23, 2019 and two of us are dead. We have accepted this fate. We wrote this letter so that future generations will know what happened during our life span.

First, I (the one you probably call Gramps) was born and disrupted the balance of good and evil. If I had died when I was young, like I was supposed to, then things might have turned out differently. You have already heard the family history, but there are a few holes in the story and changes that occurred, so I am sure that you probably have some questions.

When I was born, I contracted influenza and almost died. The near death experience made my powers come early because of a woman named Maria Demon. Although she was one of the Demons, she helped me because my mother Rosetta was her best friend. She was the ancient one whom could change ages based on her mate. She passed her basic powers to me, which killed her. So, yes, I was different. I had some Demon powers, which is why I my murders couldn’t be traced. Only the Demons and my mother knew what Maria had given up for me. They regretted the loss of the ancient one, but knew that if she gave her life for a child of the enemy there must have been a good reason.

I was able to fight when I was 3, and accidentally killed my first victim when I was 5. Unkel liked taking credit for ‘the Gods ruling in the Olympian’s favor because of the ruthless ruler we had.’ Mother didn’t tell me anything about Maria until I was 10--the age at which you choose the alias you’ll live with for the rest of your life. That’s when I had my first official assignment. It was to kill some important computer genius. When the government brought the Demons into the mix, they found that they couldn’t find out who did it. Now Unkel was very proud of me. I thought this was a good thing. I basically killed whomever Unkel told me to kill, until I was 19.

I was 19 when I met your Gran; I was on an assignment to kill her father. I had no grudges against him at the time. While I was doing my pre-surveillance, when your Gran came up to me and asked me what I was doing outside the house for so long. She was quite rude about it too. I had never met such an amazing person. I fell for her right when she told me to stop drooling because it was really gross, and I looked stupid. I told her I was interested in speaking to her father. But she didn’t trust me. I went back to Unkel and told him I might have to stay for a few years so that I could really get to the victim. Of course he said yes because any chance of causing more pain than necessary to the victim was what he lived for.

Anyway, I asked your Gran out and we dated for a year. One night I decided I was going to tell the whole truth about what I did for a living and that her father was one of my targets. After I told her that I was a murderer, I asked her to marry me. She got freaked, and didn’t talk to me for a couple weeks. Finally, I somewhat cornered her and begged her to tell me why she was so afraid of me. She told me that I was a murderer and that was a sinful job. I told her that I was still the same person and that I would never hurt her. She most basically called me a monster; then I left. I stayed away for a month trying to forget about her, but Unkel wanted me to go back and get the job done.

So, I went back and tried to stay away from her. But she ended up finding out that I was back in town, found where I was staying, and somewhat cornered me. I asked her what she wanted. She told me that I hadn’t let her finish her sentence before I left. She didn’t give me a second to say anything, but instead said, “I was going to say that you are a monster for the job that you do, but I love you and I would love to marry you. When I took her home and she told her father that we were getting married, he started to yell about how I wasn’t good enough for her. When she said she didn’t care what he said about me because she loved me he punched her and after she was on the ground he kicked at her ribs as well. She didn’t show that she was in pain, but I could feel it! I lost my temper and killed him. She was shaken and I comforted her as best I could. We got married two weeks later.

She came to live with me and my family. After a year of being married, she became pregnant. Before your mom was born, your Gran and I were on the run. She knew that we would have to be on the run for the rest of our lifes as long as I was alive. Your mother was a beautiful baby. None of my children, that lived, showed any signs of power. They were annoyed at the fact that we were moving around so much. We moved every 3 years. When your mom was 6 I started killing my old brethren. I joined the Demons. Blah, blah, blah; you know that stuff.

When your mom starting having children, they all showed some power by the time they were 4. You, however, started showing your power after you were only 2 months old by walking. But I knew you were special the first time I held you. You had all the powers I did. I know what you have had to go through, and I am sorry. I would have protected you if I could have. I am writing this 1 year before the day I die. I am sorry that you just lost Gran. I am proud of you for doing what you thought was right and not dying. Now I’ll let Gran write her piece.

Hi Sweetie! I am sorry I couldn’t prepare you for this, but Jess should do a good job at not letting anything happen to you. You did and excellent job killing that evil bastard of an Unkel. I programmed my watch to go off when I knew you would be alone, mainly because I know that you (like me) don’t like showing your emotions in front of anyone (and it pisses you off when they read your emotions). I don’t know when Jess left, but I knew that you would be alone when you got this, and Jess doesn’t know that you are going to read his part of this right now. Unkel did kill me. I was in pain until my world ended. There was so much that I wanted to tell you about your future, but you will have to figure that stuff out for yourself. Sorry! Anyway, I wish I was still there to comfort you. For all I know, I am watching you read this from where ever I am. I know that I will come and see you in dreams of course. Seeing me in real life would probably get you into the loony bin. Have a beautiful life. Have at least one child. Forgive and talk to your parents and brothers. I know what they did was wrong--leaving you out of the family for so long--but they are still family; which means that you are stuck with them for the rest of your life. They are going to come and see you after Jess gets back from his family vacation. Live long and Prosper J!

Hey Maria! Yes, I did just call you Maria. I hope that if I am still alive that you won’t kill me for doing that. I can’t tell the future. I don’t even know when you are reading this. If you are married, then I can’t believe I let you get away. If you have children then stop reading now. I like you, and have for a long time. ‘How long?’ is what you are asking yourself, and yes, I do know you too well. Remember when we were 8, and we were sparing? The first time you knocked me over flat on my ass? That’s how long I’ve liked you. I know that you have moved a lot since then. I’m 24 right now, so yeah, I have felt this way for a while. I know this is probably a bad time to even bring this up, but that is the way it goes.

I don’t know when Gran died, but I do know that you were devastated. If I could have protected you, I would’ve; I am sorry for our loss. I know that makes me sound ‘pretentious’, but that seems to be one of the things you like about me. I worry about you now, so I know that I will worry about you even more during the couple of weeks I am gone during the summer. Even though I know that I couldn’t have prepared you for this, I tried to make sure that Gran was as much a part of our lives as she could have been (especially when it came to ‘studying’). If I was away when Gran died, then let me apologize for not calling you during those weeks. I didn’t call you because I knew that you would probably want privacy. If I was with you while Gran died, then I probably left because you thought you convinced me. Really what probably happened is that I knew that you wanted to be alone for a while, considering that you hate it when people are antsy around you.

Again, I don’t know when you are reading this and this is a lot to take in, but there is something else I should tell you about myself that I kept from you. I have extra powers that no one else has--imprinting and telling what someone is feeling no matter how far away from them I am (if I focus).There are less than 1% of 1% of the Demons that can imprint. All we have to do is like someone as more than a friend and touch their skin. When a Demon and a person are imprinted, the Demon’s power is two times more powerful when it comes to the person. Sorry, but that means that we are imprinted and you are going to have a very hard time hiding things from me. I believe that Auntie told me that the Demon is going to be imprinted to the one person for as long as the person is alive. I think that’s what happened with Gran and Gramps. Well, now you know everything. Sorry I have been hiding these things from you, and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to talk to me (provided I am still living). I hope to see you soon! If I have died then at least you know how I felt about you. Written December 20, 2018.


Gramps, Gran, and Jess

Catalina was crying. Well that definitely gave her closure. Plus now she knew why Jess could always tell what was going on with her. She actually felt the same way about Jess, only she had felt that way since they were 10, and lived in the same house for those few months. This letter also explained why Jess hadn’t called her; usually he would have called the house once a day. The only problem with that fact was that she knew that he was watching her emotions very closely.

What was she going to do? Jess was basically her connection to sanity and safety. She couldn’t risk loosing him because one of them (him) did something that was stupid and the other person (her) getting really mad and not wanting to see him again. She decided that she would wait for him to make his move. And anyway, there was no guaranty that he still liked her. He said that he thought they were imprinted, not that he knew that they were imprinted... DING-DONG!

“Wonder who that could be,” Catalina said with a giggle and a little sarcasm, but she didn’t answer the door. She heard the door swing open and footsteps coming toward the living room.

“Catalina? Where are you? Are you even here?” Jess was yelling. He sounded angry.

“Look in front of you,” she sang mockingly back. He ran over to her and hugged her.

“Thank god you are okay!” He whispered emphatically into her ear while holding her tight.

“Nice to see you too,” Catalina said cheerily. She had stuffed the letter back into the drawer that she had found it in. He pulled away from her so that he could her grinning.

“What’s up with you? Why are you happy? What’s going on? I leave and you’re upset. I come back and you’re, oddly, happy.”

“What I can’t just be happy to see you?”


“Well to darn bad,” Catalina said, giving him a look.

“What are you hiding?”

“What are you doing back so early, and how can you tell that I’m hiding something?” Catalina asked hoping he would answer quickly with something venomous, but when he just looked away from her she just rolled her eyes and pulled out of the hug.

“Don’t get mad,” he whispered.

“I won’t if you answer the questions,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Just don’t get mad.”

“Wow! Well I guess you have no problem keeping things from people,” she yelled.

“See. You’re getting mad, and letting your emotions run away with you. Gran dying doesn’t mean that you get to act like such a bitch! I get that you lost someone close to you, but you need to remember that you aren’t the only one with problems,” Jess snapped.

Catalina felt like she had just got slapped. Did he really just say that? She knew that she was going to loose it if she stayed in the same room with him, plus she felt like crying. She put her back to him and teleported to the cave.

The cave was her childhood hide out. It was this random cave made out of a gigantic granite hill. That was the one place that no one had ever found her. It still had the coal drawings she had made all over the walls and the camping chair she used to sit in. She sat in the chair and started to cry. Like it wasn’t enough that they had lost Gran, he had to act that way too! She put her face into her hands, while the drawings turned from black to a sparkly purple. She hadn’t noticed, but suddenly remembered why she had loved coming here when she was a child. It made her feel better. It felt like people were giving her their strength to go on, like someone knew what she was going through and was telling her their story. Of course no such thing was happening; she was alone in a cave. She started laughing, looked up, and for the first time noticed the purple on the walls.

“So this is what you meant by you were going to watch over me? I didn’t think you were being so literal,” she spoke to the open air that smelt like Gran’s perfume. “I don’t know what to do! Show me a sign or something, please.” Catalina felt something warm in her pants pocket. There was a note that said: FOLLOW YOUR HEART (FOLLOW YOUR HEART). The purple faded and the writing on the note disappeared.

She looked at her watch and saw that it had been three hours since the fallout with Jess, and decided that she should go and try to work things out. By now he probably was feeling really crappy about all the stuff he had said.

Catalina was looking right at the back entrance of the house. She had never noticed how big the door was. She decided to open the door before she lost her nerve. WOOSH-SMACK! She had opened the door and hit Jess right in the face, knocking him to the ground. “Sorry! Are you okay?” Catalina was right at Jess’s side trying to see if he was bleeding.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. I was going to find out where you went so I could apologize.” That’s when Catalina saw the blood that was coming out of a cut on his head. She went and grabbed a towel and put ice in it.

“You can’t be’re bleeding,” Catalina replied, handing him the towel and moving his hand up so that the ice was in the right spot. She was kneeling beside him.

“Thanks. I really am sorry about what I said,” he said in a hushed tone that scared Catalina and made her automatically move closer. The tone he used was very close to the tone of voice her sister had given before she died.

“Yeah, I know you are. What do you want for dinner?”

“Uh, I’m not really hungry.”

“Okay, well I am just going to make some Mac and Cheese. I’ll help you into the living room.” She went to reach for his arm.

“No, I can do it myself.”

“Okay. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Okay,” Jess laughed as he went into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready,” Catalina chirped as she walked into the living room to get Jess.

“What’s this?” Jess asked. He was holding the letter that was in the drawer! Had he been snooping?

“It’s a letter, obviously,” she replied passively.

“Have you read it?”


“Why didn’t you just tell me that you had read the letter?”

“I wanted you to just tell me how you felt, not think that you were off the hook just because you wrote the letter. I mean, What would you have done if I had met some great guy while you were away? Did you even think that far ahead? And what if you had died? Would you really want me thinking about what our life could have been together? Not to mention the fact...” Jess interupted her with a kiss. Her mind went blank and she started to get dizzy. He pulled away.

“Sorry,” he whispered seductively into her ear.

“Don’t think that just because you wrote that letter that you are off the hook, for anything.”

“Okay,” he whispered as he went and kissed her again.
There is to be another continuation to be found... There will be betrayal and romance.. also an interesting twist of fates.

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