It was now 1921, Ariana was across the country visiting her family, so it was just Owen and the kids alone. Owen was sitting on the couch, staring at nothing, spacing out. His hair was a mess and he hasn't slept in days. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just....ugh, what the hell Owen? Pull it together!...but he couldn't. He woke up one morning and he was...different. He decided he needed water so he went into the kitchen. He was looking for a glass and that's when he saw the knife. He stared at it..."Daddy! I'm hungry!" He heard Dominick call. Owen looked back at his son, then back at the knife. He picked it up.
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(REWRITING) Fallen Angels
ParanormalMelody has known Vincent for as long as she remembers, but she barely knows anything about him. When Melody finally gets a glimpse into his life, what she finds is horrifying. It all goes downhill from there. With the help of her friends, can she po...
