His Beauty, My Beast

What if I told you there was an entire world inside our own? A world only few humans could see, with mythical creatures that walk beside us each day? They look human, but they are anything but, and some of them have a very…..very dark agenda. My name is Eve. I'm a curvy female standing at 5’6 and I'm 23 years old. I have black locs that come all the way to my waist which bring out my brown skin with honey brown tips at the end of my locs. My eyes are dark brown. I have no parents. As far as I know, my mother didn’t want me when I was born and my father is a mystery itself. No one knows anything about him. More than likely, he is dead too. Growing up in an orphanage since I was a baby, I was somewhat of a topic of interest. The mystery surrounding me coming to the orphanage was all the adults talked about there. It was one rainy night, and lightning had just struck a tree in the front of the orphanage. In front of that tree was a basket with a crying baby and a note with elegant handwriting that read “Her name is Eve. Keep her safe”. That baby was me. I grew up a very scrawny girl. I never really made too many friends at the orphanage. They always kept leaving for new homes, so I never bothered attaching myself to anyone. However, there was one girl there who came to the orphanage under horrible circumstances. Her name was Dawn. Her father murdered her mother right in front of her at the age of 6 and then took his own life. The cops found her in the middle of them both, covered in blood not saying a word for over 3 days. When she came to the orphanage, I could see how sad she was, even if I was only 10 at the time, and for some reason. I felt her pain. I reached out to touch her in comfort and she looked up at me with her blue wide eyes and tangled dark brown hair. “Will you be my friend”, she said in a small voice. I couldn't find the words to tell her no, so I said yes. We became best friends after that. More like sisters than anything else. For the next 5 years, we were inseparable. Any new parents that came had to take us both, but no one wanted an older kid like me. At 10 years old, Dawn was adopted against our will. The mistress at the orphanage would no longer let us stay together, as she made money off of the kids that were adopted out of there and Dawn was getting older. When she left, I was alone. I stayed to myself for days, realizing I no longer wanted to stay there anymore. On the eve of my 16th birthday, I had counted all the money I had made from my chores over the years. I gathered what little clothes I had there and I snuck out, leaving that place for good. I had nowhere to go. No friends. No ID. Nothing. It was almost midnight and I was walking towards the nearest town coming into New York City when I was kidnapped and pulled into the back of a white van by a pervert. I cried out for help, but he just knocked me out. When I woke up, I was at his place in a basement. One of my hands was cuffed onto the blood stained bedpost. There was a clock on the wall that said it was 11:58 pm. The sleazy fat man came into the basement, taking a look at me. “You're so beautiful”, he said, reaching out to touch me. Clock struck 11.59pm. “Please, let me go”, I pleaded, but he didn't like that. He struck me in my face, telling me to shut up. Being that I bruised easily, I knew my face was going to swell later. As I was about to cry, the clock finally struck midnight. I felt something inside of me stir. It felt like what I could only assume was energy, and it radiated through my entire body. The last thing I heard was the man saying “What the F….”. I ended up blacking out. When I woke up, my handcuffs were on the floor, and the fat man from last night was now a shriveled up corpse who looked like all the liquid had been drained from his body. I started to panic as I backed away from his sunken eyes, wrinkled skin, but the strangest part about this was his face was dislocated in some type of smile. I needed to get away. I ran away again, grabbing his truck and keys. I also grabbed his credit cards before driving away. Luckily the mistress at the orphanage taught the older girls to drive so we could run errands for her. As I drove away, my mind was trying to piece together what had happened. I remembered him hitting me. I looked in the mirror and saw my face was not even swollen and my skin somehow seemed clear from the bad acne I was suffering before. Weird. I kept trying to remember what happened, but it was fuzzy. Nothing was coming to me. Something must have come in and poisoned that man or something. Obviously there was no way I could have done that. Right? But then why leave me unharmed if that was the case? As time went by, I got on with my life as I worked a few bar jobs from shady bosses. I knew I was different too. People always told me how beautiful I am to them. Ever since I turned 16, my body filled itself out more. I was now curvier in the hips with a slimmer waist and perky slight big breasts. I looked like a completely different person and I could not understand the change. I chalked it up to me getting older. I understood that I also had some strange powers now. When I touched people, men/women, they always went into some sort of trance, and I could make them do whatever I wanted. I could also turn it off and touch people normally as long as I didn't use the force of my own will behind my touch. Also, for some reason, my s****l appetite was always high, ever since my 16th birthday. It wasn't until my 17th birthday that I discovered a second power I had for a year then. The power to kill.