Her eyes. She hated them with a passion.One blue, one green. Both slitted, but differently. Cat and serpent.Isabella glared at her reflection.
"Why? Why couldn't you just choose one or the other?"
'Because there is no one or the other,' a voice, familiar and dreaded, replied. 'There is you, and there is me, and we are the same.'
Isabella scoffed. "We are not the same. I don't like hurting people. I don't like ..."
She broke off, looking down. Her hands were shaking. Her head hurt. She hadn't been sleeping much. Who knew what he might do if she let her gaurd down. "Besides, that's not what i asked.
I asked why you had to choose these eyes. This...this hair." Her hair. Blond, with thick black streaks. Natural. But not.
'It suits you,' he replied. His voice, venom and silk. She shuddered. 'Us.'
She swallowed. " If we're the same, why choose different..?"
'Where I'm from, this is beautiful', he cut in.
"This is here." She wanted to scream. She hated him. This thing inside of her. Making her do things, hurt the ones she loved. "It's not your home."
'It is now. Your home is my home. Where you go, I go.'
"Because i don't have a choice," Isabelle said bitterly.
He was silent. She took the opportunity to finish getting ready. Tonight was a big night, everything had to be perfect. As she grabbed her purse, her mother smiled from the couch. She already had her sunglasses on.
"Have a good time, sweetie!
"I will, " she lied, smiling back. Deep in her head, he laughed.
"Love you, Mom."
"Love you too."
With that, Isabella walked out of her house, steeling herself. She was aware of the gun in her bag, the knife in her belt. Not made with human hands. Not to be used by someone like her.
'Are you ready?'