Torn Between Faces
928 Words
Luxian – POV
The car ride was silent.
Damien’s hands gripped the steering wheel like he was trying to crush it, knuckles white, his eyes faintly glowing. I kept stealing glances at him, searching for the version of him I recognized… but this one felt distant. Cold.
Or scared.
I finally broke the silence.
“You said someone was coming. Who?”
He didn’t answer. Just kept driving deeper into the woods. No signal. No light. Just trees swallowing us whole.
“Damien.”
He sighed sharply through his nose, jaw clenched.
“I don’t know who they sent this time.”
“This time?”
I turned to him fully. “You’ve done this before. Run like this. Haven’t you?”
He slammed the brakes.
I jolted forward, my heart jumping into my throat.
“What the hell—!”
He turned toward me, eyes now completely red—but he wasn’t seeing me. He was staring through me. Like I was someone else.
“Shut the f**k up, Lucy. You talk too much—it’s pissing me off.”
My entire body stiffened.
“Don’t you dare call me Lucy,” I snapped. “Don’t ever call me that.”
“Come on, Lucy,” he said, voice smooth and twisted. “You do remember me… don’t you? Don’t act like you’ve forgotten us.”
“Who’s ‘us’?! I don’t understand!”
A sharp pain stabbed through my head. I grabbed my temples.
“What’s happening…?” I gasped.
“You’re transforming,” he whispered, almost lovingly. “Soon, you’ll remember everything. You’ll remember me. You’ll find out the truth, Lucy.”
He pulled the car over to the roadside and shut off the engine.
“You’re not Damien,” I muttered, backing away. “He doesn’t call me Lucy… he hates that name. You’re not him. Who are you?”
The pain grew worse, like my body was splintering into a million pieces.
“Took you long enough to realize.”
Then, right before my eyes, his face shifted—his skin rippled like water, morphing into someone younger, darker. Black hair. A mustache. A cruel smile.
“When the transformation is complete, you’ll remember. And then you’ll come back to me, my love.”
“No,” I gasped. “Who are you?!”
I shoved the car door open and stumbled out, trying to hold myself together. My body was burning from the inside out.
“Where do you think you’re going, Princess?” he called out, stepping out after me.
“I’m not Lucy!” I yelled. “Get away from me, you creep!”
I staggered into the woods, forcing my legs to move, praying Damien—the real Damien—would find me. Something in me believed he would. He had to.
“You’re transforming, my love,” the man laughed from behind me. “You won’t get far.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I ran until my legs gave out, collapsing against a tree. My breaths came in gasps.
“I need to keep going,” I whispered to myself. “Damien will find me. He always does.”
Then the voices started.
Not out loud. Inside me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, Lu…”
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”
“I’m not a bad person, Lu… I did it for my family.”
“I had to love him. He’s my mate…”
Her voice kept playing in my head, dragging me down.
“Get out of my head! Leave me alone!” I screamed.
“You claim you loved him… and you still gave him the poison.”
“I didn’t do it!” I cried, holding my ears.
“Stop denying who you are.”
“I’m not Lucy! I’m not her! I didn’t do anything!”
“Keep telling yourself that. But you remember what you did to your ex… because she left you. That’s something Lucy would have done.”
“I’M NOT HER! DON’T COMPARE ME TO HER!” I shouted.
“You’re despicable. Worthless. Damien will find out the truth and kill you himself. He’s not the Damien you used to know.”
“You won’t be given another chance, Lu… cry.”
And I did.
Damien – POV
I’d been searching for hours.
It was already past midnight—and by now, he was probably deep into his transformation. I checked every park, every known hiding spot. Nothing.
If he’d really been taken by a werewolf… they wouldn’t want him found. They wouldn’t want him exposed.
I stood at the edge of a park house, scanning the darkness, when a sharp pain sliced through my skull.
“Gah—what the hell was that?” I muttered, rubbing my temple. I hadn’t felt pain like this since that day.
Then it hit me.
The mark.
My eyes widened. I reached for my neck—and there it was.
A glowing, ancient mark etching itself into my skin.
“No… no no no—this can’t be happening,” I breathed. I turned and kicked the car in fury, sending the tire bursting.
“F**k!”
And then the pain came again—but this time, it brought vision.
I saw him. Luxian.
Sitting in the middle of a forest, shouting. Crying. His body breaking.
Something primal surged inside me—burning, furious, protective. Something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
I have to find him.
Now.
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