A life owed....

*sitting back in my chair, running a hand through my long brown hair, letting my thoughts run back to that night over 150 years ago.*

You see, Killian and I were married in 1155, about four days before my family was murdered and I turned Star. Killian wanted a wife and said that it would be strictly in name only. He kept going on and on about how it would help us if we were "legally" married. Then, he offered me an enormous amount of money if I married him. Enough that I just couldn't turn it down.

I didn't really know all the laws of our kind back then, I was still a newborn myself. So I agreed and the money was transferred to my account the night we married. Things were fine for quite sometime. I'd turned Star and we'd become a family, traveling the world together. We agreed to keep our marriage secret and I have up until a few nights ago when I HAD to tell Star.

Killian is back and angrier than ever with me. *my mind wandering, pausing to remember the events*

It was the winter of 1860, a time when the nights were cold and almost never ending. For the past few months Killian had been "courting" a wealthy Southern belle and frankly I was sick of hearing her cheery laughter throughout the house every night. They were always off in a corner somewhere kissing or laughing and I'd had more than I could stand.

I left the house just as it began to snow. I always found comfort in the snow, so I walked for what seemed hours, but most likely was only several minutes. We'd been in VA for almost a year now and I knew my way to Fredericksburg like the back of my hand. With talk of war, the town was ripe for hunting. Men and women simply disappeared back in those days, some in an effort to avoid being called to fight, some at the hands of us.

After feeding I went back home to find them still in the corner, only now they were wearing much less. Rolling my eyes I headed for the parlor and sat down trying to focus on my embroidery. It was about an hour later that I heard them, and my rage grew.

The thought of MY Kills making love to her was more than I could bear. I sped out the door and hid in her carriage while her driver was attending to personal business. When she got in to go home I instantly clapped a hand over her mouth and savagely attacked her. I drained her to the point of death then broke her neck. After killing her I took the driver's life and left them in a field with an overturned carriage, staging an attack.

The next evening when she didn't turn up Killian became worried and went in search of her. I knew I was in trouble when he returned carrying her lifeless body. He turned to me with the darkest eyes I'd ever seen.

I thought for sure he'd kill me that night, but he was so consumed with grief that I had the chance to run. I lied to Star and told her we had to go. I can't even remember the excuse I gave her but I got us the hell out of VA fast.

I knew he'd search for me, so I hired a witch to make a potion that would weaken our connection and make it nearly impossible to find us. And it worked, until a few nights ago.

Now here I sit, a walking target for his rage. A rage that has had 150 years to simmer. He claims I owe him a life. Honestly, I'm afraid its my life he wishes in exchange. I could save myself by telling him why I did it, but then he'd know the truth. And we can't have him knowing that I was in love with him when I murdered that bitch now can we?