41. Dark Past

Darren:

I stared down at my outstretched hand after she ran inside, my lips curved into a brief, menacing smile as I stood outside the moonlight's glow, the manor looming behind me silently.

The trees swooshed and swished with every gust of wind that blew. The cold night air wrapped around me like an icy embrace, providing both solitude and unease to me, sending a shiver down my spine.

But it was not just the chill that caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end; it was an undeniable itch, a deep-seated linking clawing at the core of my being, as my second personality tingled to be let out.

The sound of the wind was relieving but it also held a primal allure, whispering promises of hidden secrets, untamed desires waiting to be unleashed as darkness carved its existence into my soul, desperately trying to pull in my calm regal to bring out a dark aura.

My eyes glinted continuously, my fangs itched and I had to continuously graze my tongue along its sharp edges.

Of course, I wasn