My Secret Fear

Her secret identity is harder to keep than she thought. Between Quentin and Dalton, and new kid Taylor - how will she survive?

          It was like any other day when Cassidy woke up from her brother and mom yelling in the kitchen. She shook it off, as usual, and continued onward with her day. And she finished getting dressed, she went to the bathroom to wash her face. She went in the bathroom, took off the beautiful necklace her boyfriend got her (they were matching) just the day before and went ahead with washing her face. When she was finished, she dried her face and looked in the mirror to see how she looked. She squealed quietly as she saw her horrid face appear in the mirror. Her face was a grayish-blue color, like the color of dead faces, and her eyes were completely black. Cassidy looked peculiarly at herself. Tears rolled down her discolored face, out of her eyeless sockets. She then picked up her beautiful necklace and put it back on. As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she looked back up; Hoping it was all just a dream. 

          

          "How is this possible," Cassidy whispered to herself.

          Cassidy's face was back to normal. Her turquoise eyes shone in her bathroom light. She walked downstairs, only to be greeted by her step-brother and her step-mother. Cassidy's mom died when she was little, and her father died about 2 years ago to an unknown cause. 

  

          "Cassidy, where'd you get the new necklace?" Rosalyn, her step-mother asked ever so politely. Cassidy loved Rosalyn very much, but despised Quinten ever since he became a total snob to her.

          "Dalton, my boyfriend, gave it to me yesterday. It was our one year anniversary," Cassidy spoke sweetly, with a glow of love in her eyes. "He has one just like it, except it has his name instead of mine." Cassidy's huge grin annoyed Quinten very much.

          Cassidy then left for her bus, as did Quinten. She and Quinten haven't gotten along well since Cassidy said he doesn't want to date him, and then went out with one of his old best friends. Cassidy felt as if it would be okay since they were no longer best friends. She did take that chance, since Quinten said he would forever hate her if she so chose Dalton over him. She did choose Dalton, and for a year they've been together.

          "I would watch your back," Quinten disgustingly said to me, glaring at my necklace. 

          Cassidy gave him a frightened look. "What do you mean?"

          "Dalton isn't entirely who he says he is. I mean look. He's had that stupid necklace on his whole life. He never took it off for anything. Like he was trying to hide something. I'm just trying to keep you safe," Quinten explained to Cassidy, as he inched over while Dalton came to greet Cassidy.

          "Hey Chaste. Sup Quentin?" Dalton greeted as her placed his arm over Cassidy's shoulder.

          "Chaste? Really?" Quentin glared at Dalton. Dalton gave a frightful stare back. "I know what you're doing, Dalton. Quit it before you get hurt and before you hurt anyone else." Quentin was rather strict about it than most.

          "You don't know anything. Stop trying to sell me short! No one knows," Dalton creepily replied back. Cassidy stood there in disquiet as she tried figuring out what Dalton and Quentin were talking about. Nothing came to her mind.

          At that point the bus had arrived at their stop, and they all gathered on board. Quentin sat in the front as Cassidy and Dalton sat together in the back of the bus. 

          "What were you and Quentin talking about," Cassidy softly asked as she grabbed hold of Dalton's hand and gave her little puppy eyes. "Nothing, babe. Don't worry about it. He's just accusing me of some stuff which he doesn't even have a clue on what he's talking about," Dalton shouted at the 3rd sentence so Quentin knew what we were talking about. 

          Quentin looked over after Dalton said that and gave Cassidy an eerie, but stern look. She then took out my phone and texted Quentin. What's wrong with Dalton that's making you worried that he might hurt me? Cassidy sent the message then sat in her seat looking at her Literature notes, "studying" for the test in 3rd period. A few minutes later, Cassidy got a text back. Whatever you do, don't take off your necklace when you're around others. I know what it does, and so do you. It's to protect yourself. Cassidy gasped and deleted the message before Dalton could see or say anything. At that moment, they arrived at school. Cassidy bit her lip tightly, and said bye to Dalton and Quentin as they walked past her to go to their homerooms. 

          Later that day, Quentin ran up behind Cassidy and grabbed her arm. He pulled her quickly into the janitors closet. "Quentin! What are you doing," Cassidy was trying to shout, but at the same time whisper. Quentin ripped the necklace off of Cassidy. As she turned into the gruesome monster she really was, he gasped.

          "So it is true? Dalton really did turn you." Quentin fell to his knees as he started crying. 

   

          "How do you know about this? What did he turn me into?" Cassidy was in panic. All she saw was Quentin, but in the form of a power-transfer. A power-transfer is someone who can take another's power and use it for himself. 

          "He turned you into a Zowolf. You're half werewolf, and half zombie. When you guys first 'swapped' DNA, it turned you. There isn't really a known cure for it. Just that when you started turning, he gave you a necklace so it wouldn't give away his position," Quentin spoke all in one breath. 

          "Wait, his position? And what's going to happen to me?" Cassidy was now very concerned that she wouldn't be able to live a normal life.

          "He's in hiding. Our council wants him imprisoned, and if one more transfer occurred without them knowing then he was going to be killed for his actions. You'll be able to live a normal life as long as you keep that necklace on you at all possible times and you don't show any mortal what your true identity is," Quentin was at ease with himself.

          "How do I know who is who," Cassidy was questioning him about everything she could possibly think of.

          Quentin looked out the door, and when he saw no one, he continued. "By their actions. If they have a natural ability to do amazing things, more than likely they're one of us. If not sure, go up and ask where are you from. If they say a mortal place, then ask them according to the council. They will be sure to answer you then." With that being said, Quentin quickly ran out the door.

          Cassidy put the necklace back on then sauntered back to her class. When she got in, her teacher looked at her. Quentin talked to you about Dalton's transfer, didn't he? "Yes," Cassidy replied back in the class. Everyone turned around and looked at her. Answer in your head please, Cassidy. Cassidy walked to her seat, sat down, then in her head replied, "Sorry, sir. Didn't know you weren't talking to me vocally. Sorry." Her class then finished up whatever time it had left.

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          "So, I heard Quentin talked to you," Dalton unpleasingly greeted Cassidy as they sat down for their lunch. "Yeah. So, where are you from... According to the council?" Cassidy made a smart-a*s comment back to him. She did not in any way feel like talking to him. Dalton glared at her, knowing she wasn't pleased. "Vamer. Part Vampire, and the rest of me is mood detector. I know what you feel, no matter how much you deny it." Dalton moved closer to Cassidy. She thinks he thinks she still loves him. 

          Quentin then walked by. He gave the I need to talk to you look to Cassidy. Cassidy shook Dalton's arm off her, and got up from her seat. She walked with Quentin to where he sat down, the furthest table from Dalton. "What," Cassidy snapped. She was in a very grouchy mood and Dalton isn't doing anything to help it. "Look, you need to keep a low profile. Stay with Dalton, for now. It's the only way to protect your identity." Cassidy was frustrated at that remark.

          "How can being with that protect my identity? If I'm out, he's out!" Cassidy wasn't in any mood to stay together with Dalton. She didn't want him anymore. She wanted the new kid, Taylor. "Please, just trust me. You and I both know you can't have Taylor because if he finds out what you are, you're screwed," Quentin was making it very clear for Cassidy. Cassidy stomped out of the lunchroom, only to run into Taylor.

          "Cassidy, right?" Taylor was a tall, blue eyed, brown haired boy. He was digging his eyes into her soul. 

          "Uh-uh-uh...," Cassidy stuttered. "Yeah. Taylor, correct?" Taylor nodded, giving the cute half smile that boys always gave to Cassidy. 

          "Do you have a nickname I could call you by?" Cassidy froze in the moment. Everything she had remembered all her life suddenly went blank. Taylor waved his hand in front of Cassidy's blank face. "Hello?" Taylor called. Cassidy then came back to reality. 

          "Chaste. Some of my friends call my Chaste or Kass. Your choice." Cassidy was trying to sound cool, but she knew she was as red as ever. Taylor once again smiled. 

          "Chaste. I like that name." Taylor remarked back to her. "Hey, wanna hang out after school or something? You seem really nice and there's something about you I just can't get over."

          "Sure. That'd be great. Meet me by the main doors after last period. We'll walk home together." Taylor nodded in reply and walked down the hallway as the bell rung for 6th period.

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          "Hey," Cassidy nervously greeted Taylor.

          "Hey. You ready to go?"

          "Yeah. Come on."

          Taylor and Cassidy started walking down the neighborhoods to get to Cassidy's house. It wasn't long before Taylor broke the silence on their long trip to Cassidy's house.

          "So. Tell me something I don't know about you," Taylor softly asked, unaware of the secrets she had buried deep into her soul.

          "Well, what exactly would you want to know about me? There's lots you don't know and lots of stuff maybe you could know that others won't know about." Cassidy gave him a "naughty" type look, while winking at him. Taylor half-smiled her back.

          "Don't ask for something when you're not ready for the answer," Cassidy eerily remarked back.

          "Ahhh. So you're a poet, huh?" Taylor asked much to his surprise. Cassidy just smiled back at him. It was then they had reached Cassidy's house.

          "Hello, Cassidy. Who's this," her step-mother greeted her.

          "Taylor. He and I are going to work on our homework together."

          "Will he be staying for dinner?"

          "Yes, ma'am. That sounds great." Taylor answered for himself.

          Cassidy and Taylor then passed her step-mom and walked upstairs, down the hall way, to the right, down another hall way, then lastly - a left.

          "Wow. Your room is far away," Taylor said in awe.

          "Thank God, right? I swear, if I wasn't this far from my mom and my brother - I'd shoot someone. Quentin is just too over protective and my mom is just a whole other story." Cassidy gasped as she looked past Taylor and realized Quentin was standing there. Taylor turned around and saw him standing there.

          "Yeah, I'm over protective. But for all the right reasons. You should know. At least I know your secret." Quentin was allegedly trying to get Taylor to break up with Cassidy.

          Quentin walked out of the room. Taylor turned to Cassidy. "What secret is he talking about, Cassidy?"

           "It's nothing. " 

           "Tell me, or I'm leaving."

           "I can't! I'm... sorry..."

           Taylor, angry and misunderstood, left  quietly. Without a sound.

   Cassidy face planted into her bed, crying.

   "Good. He's gone," Quentin said as he peered into her room wondering what the shouting was all about.

   "Why? Why... Why!" Cassidy was screaming in anger.

   "He can't have you and you can't be in love with him! You know why, just give it up!" Quentin was screaming at Cassidy.

   "I couldn't have just had one good day? No, because that would be too much to ask for, right? Just leave me along!" Cassidy screamed as she ran towards Quentin and started hitting him, only to start crying harder. She soon just collapsed, with Quentin catching her. He sat on the floor, as Cassidy just cried and cried and cried.

   "I'm so sorry, Casey. I'm just trying to protect you. It's in our blood to only like those who are like us. But, you're half. So it could go either way. I just don't want you getting hurt for all the wrong reasons." Quentin was speaking the truth, completely. There were things he wanted to say to her, but knew he couldn't. It'd destroy everything, and he couldn't risk it. Soon, Cassidy had fallen asleep from all the energy that was used to cry for an hour on end.

   Quentin gently picked her up and laid her on her bed. "I love you," he spoke softly, stroking her hair as he pulled the sheets over her. 

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   Cassidy woke up at about 7 PM. She smelled dinner, and walked downstairs.

   "Feeling better?" Quentin asked. Cassidy nodded in regards.

   "I heard you whisper something to me..." Cassidy looked stoned. Quentin went into shock.

   "I don't know what you're talking about," Quentin tried playing it cool.

   "Well, what if I did, too... But it took time for me to realize it?" Cassidy was speaking as if she had just walked into a parallel universe.

   "Depends, do you really?" Quentin was holding his breath and was terrified of the answer.

   Cassidy stayed silent, and remained so all through dinner. Afterwards, she cleaned off her spot and walked to her room - where she was just staring at the wall. Quentin soon showed up at her door.

   "Hey. You okay?" Quentin was worried. Cassidy slowly nodded her head.

   "Just thinking about some things. That's all." Cassidy paused for a moment. "Do you really?"

   "I love you. For real." Quentin managed to choke out quickly.

   Cassidy gasped. "Okay? Well ummm..."

   "Well?" Quentin was scared to know what Cassidy was going to say.

   "I love you, too." Cassidy caught her breath. She looked Quentin in the eyes, and ran. She ran far away from everyone.

    "Cassidy! Wait!" Quentin screamed, following Cassidy out of the door. He ran. Quentin caught up to Cassidy and grabbed her shoulder. He turned her around. She took off her necklace and placed it into Quentin's hand.

    "I can't do this. I'll live on my own, in my own world. Away from everyone. Away from hurt. Away from everything." Cassidy quietly left, sobbing to herself.

    "Casey. Stop," Quentin tried. Cassidy ignored him. "Cassidy Terrylyn Dewani! Stop, now!" Quentin screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears rolled down his face as he saw Cassidy slowly turn around.

    "How do you know my middle name? I haven't told anyone my middle name before." Cassidy was in shock and slowly walked towards Quentin.

    "Your dad. He talked about your mom a lot. Terrylyn was her name. I over heard him a couple times, shortly after he married my mom." Quentin inched towards Cassidy, his voice getting softer.

    "Terrylyn Lilian Dewani. I'll never forget her. She never did anything, and next thing I know is she's just... Gone." Cassidy started bawling and fell in Quentin's arms. He sat down on the stump next to him. She cried nonstop, and all Quentin did was hold her. When she finally stopped, she looked up at Quentin.

    "I'm sorry Dalton screwed up your whole life." Quentin knew what she wanted to hear.

    "I can't wear this necklace my whole life. How do you keep cover? I never see you wearing anything all the time!" Cassidy was confused at this moment.

    "This," Quentin pulled down part of his sock and revealed an anklet. "I've had it since I was 9, when I first got turned." Cassidy looked at it with awe.

    "How can I make one?" Cassidy asked.

    "How about a deal?" Quentin asked. Cassidy nodded her head. "I'll make you one, if you go out with me?" Quentin got soft in the voice once again. Quentin stood up, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I know it was stupid... Just forget about it."

    "No." Cassidy answered. "I won't... I mean, like, sure? I'd love to go out with you." Cassidy finished her sentence quick to the point somewhat. Quentin grabbed her hand, and turned around so they could go home.

     "This will be interesting!" Cassidy said, leaning her head on his shoulder. She grabbed the necklace and was putting it on. She took a step, and then she knew she was dead. 

   "Here, Rosalyn. This is your son, and your step-daughter. Good luck." Dalton introduced.

The End

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors and mistypes! Took me forever, but it's finally up!!! Hope y'all like it(: