Beauty and the unknown man

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CHAPTER EIGHT

ELLEN POV

When I got into the bathroom the first thing I did was look in the mirror, don’t know why but I felt like it’s the first thing I should do. When I saw my reflection I was ready to jump off a bridge. My hair was sticking up in all different directions and I had little cuts on my face with blood dried around them. I looked as though I had just walked out of a horror movie but I was the survivor. I found a face washer and scrubbed my face to get rid of all the dried blood. Looking at my reflection I looked half decent but my hair still looked horrible. I looked around for a comb so I dropped on my hands and knees and looked in the draws of the bathroom. Shampoo, conditioner, condoms, pain killers and finally a hair brush. That has not been used. I brushed my hair with tears running down my face from the pain of my skull nearly being pulled out. Don’t get me wrong my hip length hair I love but a pain in the ass to brush. I looked at myself one last time and walked out of the bathroom. I stopped in my tracks. There he was standing with a girl in a top showing off half of her ass, obviously he was taken. My hopes went a little down. The girl turned around with a death glare on her face and stomped upstairs. I heard a door slam shut. “sorry about that, it normally doesn’t happen, it’s just a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do sometimes sorry” He said. God I haven’t even got his name yet. “What is your name?” I asked before I even could think. “Mark, Mark Beast” He said. “Ellen Martin, head police officer in investigating crimes” I say putting my hand out to shake his. He shook it. A spark went through my body when our hands touched. I pulled my hand straight away. Mark stared at me as though iv done something wrong. “ I should go home now, oh shit I dropped all my stuff running away from him!” I said remembering  that I was originally running away from Vincent. “who where you running away from?” Mark said getting in front of me holding my shoulders looking at my face with concern. “Vincent monk, he was the lead murderer in a murder the other day and I went to confront him on something he said I was his mate, and oh and now his after me” I said tears now prickling at my eyes. “His mate, this better not be Vincent Monk” Mark said with anger now crawling onto his face. I nodded.  Then everything changed in a matter of seconds.

His face began to grow black veins, they crawled towards his eyes. They got to his eyes and his eyes then turned black, then something I never thought that were real because real 100% real. His canine teeth turned into fangs and he let out a hiss that was not human. I baked towards a wall to find something to hold me up. “Mark, what ever you are please come back to your normal self” I said with tears running down my face. “DO NOT MOVE, IT WILL TAKE INSTINCT AND RUN AFTER YOU AND KILL YOU. DO NOT MOVE!” a voice said out of his lips but wasn’t mark at all. I watched as his eyes went back to their dark blue and the veins on his face slowly crawled back to were ever they came from under his skin. He took a deep breath. “sorry the monster inside me doesn’t like the name of my brother”