I remember it all too well. The power. The fear. The overwhelming energy flowing through me. The urge to stop. But I couldn’t. It was too much. It felt as though my heart would come up my throat at any given moment. Everything was a blur. Moving in an increasingly fast pace. It felt as though the magic was tearing through my vines, fighting through a forest of blood, desperate to escape, to find a sanctuary, a place to release. Well, it had found its desired vessel. But we did not share the same feelings. Magic was leading me, overthrowing my heart or even my head.

“Morgan, stop. Please!” Alyssa begged me, reaching out for my hand. I backed away immediately, unable to believe her. She honestly thought I would forgive her, that I would spare her any mercy? I knew she was naive and foolish, but idiotic? Really?

“Morgan?” She asked, trying to get her eyes to meet mine. I couldn’t resist. My hands flew up as the magic shot out as soon as I let it. “MORGA-“ she screamed. The life seeped from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you deserve it. After what you did to her, I can’t forgive you. Forgive me.” I whispered. Tears fell down Alyssa’s rose pink cheeks as her last words dripped from her lips,

“I love you.” She dropped to the floor. I checked. Yep, dead. I thought I’d feel heartbroken, gone inside. But all I felt was joy. The magic. Although it was dark, it was happiness. I felt a twang of guilt. But I loved every second of it. Now I knew who I was. I was a killer. A monster. I was human. I mean, monster or human? Is there a difference?