a~The Darkside of Love~Chapter 2
this is sort of a prologue cuz the actual story is narroated by Paige.
Mom looked at me and shook her head. Then she leaned down and put her ear against Paige's chest. She looked up at me and she was frowning. She was dead. Oh, I can't live with the feeling that I killed her.
My one true love and I killed her. My birthday was in 5 days, and we were going to spend it together, as shape-shifters. I walked over to Paige and held her in my arms. We sat there for two days. I sat there with her for two days just hoping she would wake up. Hoping anything would happen. A fairy godmother or an angel would just appear. I looked down at her and noticed she didn't look any different from two days ago when she died. When I killed her.
Three days later I was still there. I was sitting holding my dead love on my birthday, what a great day. Happy nineteenth birthday to me. Woohu! Mom and dad had come at least thirty million times to get me to come, but I was not going to leave her. Just at twilight, I saw a bright flash, but it wasn't bright at all. It was dark, and it made the hair on my neck stand on end. I looked down and Paige fluttered her eyes. Ok, I've gone mental now. She has been dead for about a week now, and she just moved her eyed. It must have been the wine. Somewhere down deep in me wanted to believe believed that she was alive. But that was insane. I was insane right now. So I decided to take a nap. I fell in to a deep, dark, spectacular sleep.
I woke up hours later, and something was wrong. I looked down and Paige wasn't there. I looked around. I scanned the tree line. Then I saw a form coming out of the trees. It was Paige.
"PAIGE! PAIGEEEEEEE!" I didn't know what to say. Dumbfounded I just kept yelling Paige's name over and over. She was walking at what seemed like the slowest rate that I had ever seen anyone walk before in my life!

She finally got to me. She was right there, in flesh and blood.
" You're alive!" I yelled.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She was looking at me like I was stupid.
"Because you didn't breath for five days straight." I said I was crazy at this point
"Ya, well he said there were some complications, but they would be fine in a little while." She said calmly.
"Whose he?" I asked.
"The 'angel guy', the one who helped me pick my shifting powers. He said he was 'God' like the big guy up above." She said, I heard a bit of confusion in her voice.
" That's impossible, that didn't happen to me or my parents or any of our friends." I was worried.
" He said he would help me pick the best shift-shapes if I said this weird poem." She said, concerned.
"Oh God, what was the poem?" I asked, knowing if she said those words, I was going to go kick the crap out of Damien. Damien the vampire, who hates me, because he used to be my best friend. We both got captured when we walked into a fight between shape-shifters and vampires, and the only way the idea come up with was to change us. So the shape-shifters took me and the vampires took Damien. He said he would get revenge, but I never took him seriously. His words were " I loved you man, I can't believe you got me into this, you broke me so I will break You."
" It was something like ' To heal myself, and get some power, I shall dedicate myself to him and only him, I shall not break him, but I shall fight his enemies along side him.' It was kinda weird from God, but I guess I have to go fight satin not or something like that." She said, giggling lightly.
She jumped when I screamed " Damien, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME , NAD I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU!"I knew he could hear me, he was probably listening to my thoughts, he can get in people's heads, all vamps can. I closed my eyes and focused on my thoughts, and said. I KNOW YOU ARE LISTENING, YOU COWARD, YOU..... DISCUST ME! YOU HURT AN INNOCENT GIRL INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING ME. YOU STUPID BLOODSUCKER! I thought to myself knowing perfectly well that he was listening. I opened my eyes and he was standing about three inches away staring his red, blood-thirsty eyes straight into mine.