You had me at Hello.

He was as much evil as he was handsome. He was dark. He was what any woman would want as their husband. They couldn’t get him though. No woman could, because he didn’t want them. He didn’t want any woman. Not until his beloved was back in the world. And she was. She appeared outside of his front door on the sunny Friday he had been waiting for. He wasn’t expecting the girl to be a twin. He opened his front door to find a  two pink bundles wrapped and placed delicately into a basket right on the porch steps.

He was shocked. Derrick was shocked. He was supposed to only get one girl to be his beloved, not a set of twins. He was now to figure out if he had to choose one or have both. He decided quickly when a shadow was spotted watching him from the edge of the forest. He bent down to pick up the basket and the white haired baby girl gave out a whimper as the basket shook slightly. He watched her careful to see if she woke up before proceeding to turn back into the house and locking the door behind him.

Placing the basket on his black sheeted bed, Derrick looked closer between the two little girls. One of them was slightly bigger than the other. The smaller one was the darker one. She had tanned skin, ebony black hair starting to curl at the ends; he was yet to see the colour of her eyes. The bigger one of the two had white blonde hair and pale skin. The blonde one gave another whimper and this time Derrick had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes opening. The crystal blue orbs instantly darted to where he knelt next to them on the bed. Derrick smiled at her, but frowned when tears appeared in her blue eyes.

She cried. And Derrick knew she was going to be the stronger one of the two, she would also be the one that will ignore him the most and be the loudest as well. He saw her confidence when she started shifting and he noticed that she moved closer to the smaller one. That small movement woke the other baby up and Derrick was lost as he stared at the chocolate brown eyes staring back at him. She didn’t cry, nor did she make a sound at all. She just stared and when he smiled at her, she smiled back, a toothless grin brightening his day.

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Twenty-one years later

Ekaterina loved her sister. She adored her, and has since the day they were born. But she also hated her. Ekaterina hated how her sister was the pretty one of the two, her blonde hair always catching the attention of men around them and her blue eyes seeking out for her next prey. Ekaterina hated how she even had the attention and devotion of Derrick. The man that took them in the day they were left on his door step; the man that hasn’t aged a day since, and matched their own twenty-one years.

She suspected what he was and wasn’t sure if he knew she knew or even if Amanda knew about him. But she kept it to herself at all costs. She didn’t know what would become of her if she ever brought the subject up. But it was nearing their twenty-second birthday and she needed answers. She had a feeling something was going to happen and one of the twins wasn’t going to survive the night of their birthday.

Derrick was listening to her thoughts. He couldn’t help it. She captivated him and had since she first opened her eyes to him all those years ago and smiled at him. She knew, and he knew. She just didn’t know the extent of what was heading for them and he was going to keep it that way until their birthday. The oracles had told him that he had to choose one, and only one. He had made his mind the day he found the girls at his door and he wasn’t planning on changing it at any moment. Not even when Amanda had cunningly thought about her plan so vividly. He wouldn’t allow her to go through with it.

Amanda hated her. She hated her sister. She hated how Ekaterina was so oblivious to the attention she got. She hated that no matter what she did; the men around them were always interested in Ekaterina. She tried flirting, she tried giving herself up but would never do that to Derrick. She was saving herself; saving herself for the night of their twenty-second birthday. And she had a plan. A plan that was going to make her the best twin of them, the one that will finally get all the attention, even the adoring looks that Derrick had always given Ekaterina.

The night of their twenty-second birthday had arrived quickly. The Tuesday evening was foggy and cold, but they were all use to it. The three of them had sat down at the large twelve person table in the dining room to eat. Ekaterina watched as Derrick picked at the food like he always had, and she knew why. Amanda watched Ekaterina glancing at Derrick, and she saw red and green; the anger taking over her. Derrick beat Amanda to her plan and pulled Ekaterina from her chair within seconds and had her on the far end of the table. Amanda froze from reaching across the table, her hand intended to strangle the twin that sat on the other side of the table.

Derrick watched carefully while Amanda got over the shock of her twin once being in front of her in perfect access and then vanishes within milliseconds of a second. Derrick kept his hands around Ekaterina, keeping her calm while he reassured himself that she was safe with him. He could understand why Amanda was the way she is. He also understood what he had to do to ensure that she never harmed what was his, ever, again. He kept an eye on Amanda who was now crossing the room with angry strides and pushed Ekaterina back into the wall behind him. His body became a human shield for her and she stayed where she was.

Ekaterina knew what was about to happen and felt no pity for her sister. She whispered one last sentence to her sister.

“I always loved you Amanda, but Derrick was mine from the beginning,” and she crept out from behind Derrick to watch as her sister faulted in her steps. Amanda’s eyes were wide. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but she welcomed it. She always felt out of place here, she felt as if she didn’t belong. And she didn’t, she wasn’t supposed to have even been born. That’s what the oracles had told her when she found them for the first time after following Derrick one night. They said she was destined to have appeared on Derrick’s door step.

And so she accepted those facts, accepted the fact that she would never see her sister again. She smiled that same smile she had the day she first looked at Derrick except this time, her mouth was full of sharp white teeth. They were the same teeth that Derrick had, the same teeth that scared Amanda all those years ago. And Amanda was scared again, Derrick had turned her sister into a monster, the same monster that had haunted her dreams and had killed her over and over again. Only, this time, she would never wake up. And at the time she realised this, Derrick struck.