My Beloved by T.M. Mendes

his memory of what he has witnessed in the last two days. He smirked slightly, which made her look alarmed. "You like him. No, you love him, and you can't stand the fact you look like his daughter." He said it so sure that she faltered and stepped back as if she was being threatened.
    "I-I don't know what you're talking about-"
    He cut her off. "Did Wendy tell you to do this?" he asked with an inquisitive face.
    She straightened her spine and looked elsewhere but him. "Maybe, but I did not do this so Darcy would look at me differently, okay? I'm just tired of living in a ghost's shadow."
    He understood that but still knew she did this so in hopes Darcy might see past her likeness to Olivia. She now looked completely different so she had a good shot. However, Darcy might be angry with the change since that was why he saved her in the first place. He stood up ready to try this 'computer' thing he saw in Darcy's head a while ago when he looked down at her.
    "I wish you luck. You're going to need it for a stubborn man like Darcy." His voice rang with nothing but the truth, making Anya nod with a determined expression.
    "Not that I need luck for what you're insinuating, because that's not the case, but... thank you." She turned away from him and walked away. Vincent chuckled to himself and couldn't wait to see the shock on dear old Darcy's face. Not a lot can shock a vampire but he was betting this will.
     
    *****
     
    Words failed her as Wendy stared at the wall from where she stood frozen. She didn't want to believe what Vincent had told her but even now she could feel her body give her a pin prickling sensation all over. As if her body had dulled into a white noise. Her neck ached, not because he bit there, but because she wanted his bite again. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she plopped down on the comforter and let out an angry growl. "This isn't fair!" she spoke suddenly in frustration. Flinging herself backward, she lay down to look at the ceiling. She never asked for this. She was sure there were girls out there eager to take her place, so why her? Ripping off her glasses, she cleaned them out of habit with her shirt. She was getting more antsy by the minute and even her clothes began to feel uncomfortable. Like she had a fever.
    "This is ridiculous. I am in charge of my body, I can control it," she spoke firmly to herself. She tried to take her mind off of the situation by thinking of something else. Her mind went to Anya when she walked in earlier. Wendy can't believe the young woman listened to her when she suggested that she change her appearance! Nobody has ever really listened to her opinion before. Not even her parents or her best friend Jamie. She shot up, when she remembered that she indeed had a best friend, one that she hasn't called in a couple of days. Groaning inwardly at herself for being a bad friend, she fished through her belongings until she found her phone. Turning it on she saw she had quite a few missed calls.
    Heaving a sigh, she pushed the call back icon and waited. After a few rings, she wondered if it was too late to call but saw it was only past nine. She really didn't sleep that long and she felt it. Wendy was ready to hang up and try again tomorrow when Jamie answered.
    "Oh, so you do remember me? I was beginning to think you were a part of my imagination." Her curt reply made Wendy roll her eyes. She's been dealing with a lot of crap lately and she wasn't about to feel sorry for not talking with her friend for a few days. This new attitude stunned her. Before, she would start apologizing the second Jamie had stopped talking. Now she felt like she couldn't care less.
    Not that her friend was a bad one. Jamie was just always the one who spoke her mind without thinking twice. "I've had a lot on my mind lately," was all that Wendy said, refusing to show her normal submissive self.
    Jamie didn't say anything for a minute before she blew out a large breath. "Okay whose ass do I need to