Hi! I'm Roslyn Vree Gallemore. A lot of my friends say I have a gorgeous name and that they envy me for it. Well of course, just like my twin sister, Evelyn Vielle Gallemore, I was named after my mother, Rosetta Eve O'Neil Gallemore. Dad tells me, countless times, that he was the one who not only came up with the brilliant idea of deriving our first names from our mother's, but he also even invented a concept behind our distinctive marks, and it all comes down to the colors of our hair: mine is as red as a rose while Evelyn's is as dark as the night. And I'm telling you, he still never stops bragging about how it suits us very well up until to this day. I got to admit it was very creative of him and no one was confused ever again. What a genius!

Now, I feel like I'm bragging. Moving on. I promise I'll make this really quick. My hobbies include reading mostly and right now, I have just found a new profound interest in photography. My personality is between being girly and being boyish. I look feisty and out-going, but deep down inside I'm actually an introverted goody-two-shoes.

My sister can get really talkative and super-duper friendlier than me, and she's saying she's an introvert? It's hard to say, but then come to think of it. According to an MBTI personality test I've just taken at school, the results showed that I'm an extrovert. It's so ironic because, in contrast to my sister, I am not loud at a party, I only have a small circle of fuckers to hang out with, and I don't speak much when I'm in a crowd. How can I when my mouth is busy devouring somebody else's lips, sucking dicks, or catching my breath after having a great sex with guys whose names I don't even remember and at places I couldn't even pronounce? Don't judge me; I believe some of you have come at an age where you guys feel like f*cking around too. Well, I'm just going through exactly that. I'm just doing a better job at it than anyone else's has. What's that? I don't seem like the type of girl who can go wild and party all night. Honey, looks can be very deceiving so don't trust whatever that is you see on the outside.

Howl-lo (hello)!!! Let's start where my home's at. I wonder if you can make a guess. The city? No. A farm? Not really. A small town? Sort of. The woods? Correct! I live with a pack in the most dangerous, rockiest, and wettest forest, Night Howl Woods. You heard that right. I mentioned 'pack'. Shhh. I'm going to let you in on a secret. I'm actually a werewolf and my whole family and friends are too. Yes, we are comfortable being human, but we spend more than half of our days in our wolf form. It's just that we feel so free, powerful, and strong; like we are kings of the jungle who can take over the world and conquer all our fears. Plus, we feel as if all our problems disappear whenever we feel the wind blowing against our fur as we glide through the air, hop from one rock to the other, and climb up trees. Oh, did you know we also hunt vampires? We don't allow them in our territory. Animals, humans, and aliens are welcome but not vampires. They're vicious, cold-hearted, pale monsters who prey on weaklings.

All of our hobbies are quite similar. We love to swim, hunt, run, and howl at night, the same very reason why the town folks named Night Howl Woods as it is.

Night Howl Woods is a magnificent forest. I've only been there a few times but its scent of pine trees, its beautiful landscape, and the view of the sunset that it provides not to mention the ample amount of prey just lurking around in the bushes has left a special spot in my heart. Too bad, it's inhabited by selfish and arrogant creatures who they call themselves as 'werewolves'. I haven't killed one of them yet, and I don't dream of it, but something tells me I might someday. Enough about werewolves and Night Howl Woods. Let me introduce myself.

My name's Emeric Thorne and unfortunately I died in a coma and ended up resurrecting as a vampire. Although, I can't remember my past life, I still can't help but feel like missing being a human. I envy them and their ability to feel emotions, enjoy chicken, and decide their own fate. It's not really fun being who I am today. It's not just about not being able to visit—more like trespass— Night Howl Woods more often. I'm talking about thirst of human blood I have to fight with every single second of my life. I'm talking about redundancy and hiding. I'm talking about making enemies for life. I mean how many times have I graduated from college? How many times have I gone to a prom? How many times have I studied the same subjects over and over again?

And my special superpower doesn't help me at all. Temporal Rewind! Go back to the past and relive it. Seriously? No, thanks. I like to move forward, grow up, and get old like what normal people do. I hate it but still I spend my leisure time studying and experimenting on my power instead of dating an ordinary girl who hopefully isn't from Night Howl Woods.

...ROSLYN GALLEMORE...

He came into my life like a snake slithering ruthlessly into my most sensitive inner core, instantly and inevitably spreading poison through my veins.

And like a total eclipse, the poison engulfed my whole being, fogging my mind and leaving me paralyzed to the bone.

It was no doubt that I was intoxicated by his every touch, every word, every single glance. And each day that passes by, I fall deeper and my craving for him intensifies to the point I want to have him always inside of me.

At first, I did try pushing him away, but as if addicted to a drug, he and I kept coming back for more.

It felt so good that my body ached, so alive I could hear my heart pulsed, and so smutty that my innocence surrendered, but so wrong that I ended up hurt, broken, and insecure.

You said it was fate

That I was your mate

Then you say it's all a mistake

But is it really too late?

If there's a chance I'm willing to take

It's my own destiny I'll create

Take my hand, baby; let's escape

To a dream we'll never awake.

...KEIRAN REMUS...

I saw her walking by

And at once, she caught my eye

But she disappeared without saying goodbye

Years after, I was given the chance to say 'hi'.

I said it was fate

Not knowing the other is my mate

I'm sorry for my mistake

I realized it way too late.

She was my greatest love. The only woman I was ever strongly gravitated towards. Her sweet smile could knock me off my feet, her glistening eyes could render me blind, and her delicate skin could easily make me crumble to my feet. She was my kryptonite, my lover, and friend. She was my everything.

Was? Could? Yes, it's because it's all in the past now...

...EVELYN GALLEMORE...

Or is it really?

'Cuz I still hear you calling her 'baby'

I brush it off, thinking that maybe

We are still truly meant to be

But everyone can see

That I'm starting to look silly

Because obviously

You still love her dearly

I didn't know you were mine until you were stolen from me. I felt betrayed and wronged but what can I do if I'm only your fated mate and not the woman you fell in love with?

Should I fight to live for a reason that no longer exists? Or should I give up and have my tombstone presented to you as a gift?

If I live, you'll never be free from our innate bond. But if I die, nothing can hold you back anymore. No pain. No more hiding.

...EMERIC THORNE...

I'm sorry for getting involved in this. It wasn't my choice. For heaven's sake, I wasn't even able to choose between life and death. I was just created.

I didn't have the chance to meet my inventor nor do I remember if I've ever gotten myself a family. I didn't pick my life's purpose the moment I woke nor did I have a say in personal matters about my love life and who my enemies will turn out be. I didn't want to kill but ended up having to. I didn't want to hurt but here I am, emotionally scarred for eternity.

You, on the other hand, can decide your own fate which is why I envy you so much. Live or die. It's up to you. Cry or fight. Move on or be stuck. You alone can determine your path. Love or hate. The choice is yours and only yours to make.

You are your own destiny

Life is yours as much as your own identity

Which is something that causes me jealousy

But it's a motivation for my own entity.

The world spins and it never stops

And every year I see more corpse

I'm trying to save you and I hope it works

I'll do anything no matter what it costs.

I remember it clearly that dreadful night I almost lost my twin sister, Evelyn Gallemore. The unfortunate scenario is so vivid in my mind and so traumatizing that it feels as though I am reliving it—a rocky forest highway, my new black overturned BMW car, my sister's twisted body lying motionlessly on a blood-stained stretcher trolley, the cold atmosphere, loud sirens, red lights flashing everywhere, hurried footsteps against wet pavement, rain splattering from the dark clouds above, the trees swaying violently with the wind, lightning striking from the distance, my mom crying, my dad screaming in panic, and the rescue team pulling medical equipment from the ambulance.

In the middle of all the chaos, I just stood there with my hair in a tangled mess, my clothes completely soaked, and my sneakers submerged in a puddle of mud.

"This is all your fault, Ro. You shouldn't have gone for a late-night drive here especially—just in case you haven't noticed—you're at the edge of a god damn cliff!!! And to top it all that—there's a ******* storm. Didn't you check the daily weather forecast, Ro?!" My father scolded me, his spit flying towards my bleeding face.

"I'm sorry. I—It was an accident." I muttered softly.

My dad scoffs and rolls his eyes. "It always is." He turns away and starts climbing up the ambulance. From inside, a short plump middle-aged nurse was preparing a dextrose for my sister while my mom helped another nurse wrap a bandage around Evelyn's deep cuts on her legs. The smell of iron and the sight of blood almost made me faint.

Frustrated about how I was accused of being irresponsible and careless, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists into balls, my nails digging into my palms.

No, he can't turn his back and put the blame on me like how he's always have. My sister got bullied at school when we were in elementary and guess who my dad blamed: me. He said that I should have been there protecting her.

Once, when we're in high school, my sister snuck out of the house at midnight and guess who got grounded: me. The reason he gave me that time was due to my lack of attention, I didn't notice my sister was gone and out about. And now, this! Well, I'm sick of it. I'm so sick of receiving all the punishments and the sermons for my sister's wrongdoings.

Just because I'm older by a few minutes than my sister doesn't mean he can always find the fault in me. Besides, it was Evelyn's idea to go out in the woods tonight for God knows reason why.

I felt the mud squishing under my sneakers as I took a step forward and grabbed my dad's shoulder. "I DID."

I didn't really mean to; but my voice raised when I spoke to him.

My dad shot me a sternful glare. "Aaahhh. Just like how you made sure that the safety air bag was working on the passenger's seat."

I blinked a couple of times as I realized my mistake and instantly was filled with guilt.

At that moment, it only occurred to me, that the emergency air bag minimized the impact of the accident that would have caused me. Though my body ached from the collision and I had a few cuts—some quite deep—on my arms and legs, I regained my consciousness and was in a better shape than Eve.

"I thought so," he said sarcastically before beckoning me to hop onto the tightly-spaced hospital wagon.