An Arsehole dead 'n' Alive

The real side to Owen St. John

I stormed up the stairs. I entered up bathroom in need to remove the fakeness that I put on. I splashed water in my face to remove the little make-up I wore. Slowly I lifted my head my towards the mirror. I had no need for the make-up the beauty I showed by myself would of astounded them. I don't mean to sound arrogant, even the most hideous of humans would be turned into the most beautiful of creatures. I looked at myself and felt regret. I use to have this lovely tan skin which would darken by the sunlight. When I was changed my skin didn't feel like mine anymore. It was still tan, but it was so dull. So different.
I swiftly made my way to room. I flung my door open as quickly as I could. Same as normal really. To my surprise I walked in to a half naked vampire and an arse-hole I happen to live with. "Owen what the f**k do you think your doing!". The vampire rolled off the top of him on to the side. Making her exit as soon as she could, by the sounds of it not going far. I slammed the door before making a run at Owen. I grabbed him by the collar bone pinning him up against the full length window, no less than two meters away my bed,. I don't why I did it. I think I was acting purely on impulse. It was unlike an impulse I had before.

Thinking about it could of easily ripped his head off. Smash him through the window, look at him and smile do anything to get on his nerves really. He looked into my eyes and simply smiled. "Oh Naomi we all know why you keep me around" he flashed his fangs to me. He was using the bad boy image that obviously worked on the others. "I keep you round because you couldn't make it on your own, your just annoying little brother to me" I let him go so he could walk swiftly out of my room.

I laid on my bed crunched up into a ball on my side. I stared aimlessly at my turquoise wall opposite me. If I had a heart, that worked, I bet it be pumping intensely a waiting my death. Owen came back bursting in saying " Actually no that doesn't work with me!" He sat on my stomach keeping me laid straight on my bed. He grabbed my arms keeping them high above my head. I flinched and kicked as much as I could but he was so icy cold it didn't throw him. "Owen what the hell do you think your playing at?" I shouted trying to lift my self up.
"No! You don't ever speak to me like that!"