Justice: Destruction of an Innocent

Excerpt:
I was once many things, a sister, a daughter, a friend and alive. I was “loved”; though now I realize that sometimes love is just a word. After all, love is what ultimately killed me. That sounds overly dramatic, doesn’t it? Dramatic or not it is, nonetheless, the truth. He said he loved me, then he killed me; in a manner of speaking.
On the day of my death, I lost my family and I became little more than a monster, a dark and twisted version of my former self. I became something alien and disturbed a far cry from what I once was.
The day I died was the last day I saw the sun. I think I miss it almost as much as I miss my sister, well, one of my sisters at any rate. The other I never really cared much for, even when I was alive.
I was born a werewolf, as were my siblings. All of us were so very different, but I never seemed to fit in anywhere. I was quiet, almost shy by most standards. I kept to myself, content to play in my garden and feed the little birds that were my constant companions.
My siblings often referred to me as “sweet and gentle.” I suppose I did give off that vibe. In my heart of hearts though, I wasn’t so sweet and gentle. I knew hate and anger. I just kept it very well hidden.
For nine hundred years, I have wandered the darkness in loneliness and pain. Only my twin brother, Daemon, knew that I was alive until a few nights ago.
That was when I finally revealed myself to my darling sister, Talia. It wasn't my intention to allow my identity to slip out, but after nine hundred years of longing to speak to her; I simply couldn't help myself. Talia had been my favorite sibling when I was alive; she was the only person I’d ever trusted. It has not been easy to deceive her for so long.
Three nights ago, I went to Night's End, Talia's Preternatural Detective agency in San Francisco. I had no choice, I had to be certain that she would pull through the hybrid attack; I should have known she would. It would take a hell of a lot more than a pack of hybrids to bring her down.
I had helped her partner, Cara to defeat her maker and the temptation to see Talia was more than I could bear. In the process, I finally got to knock out my other sister, Gennera, something I think anyone who has ever known her has longed to do at some point.
Talia is a hunter. She hunts down preternatural creatures and executes them. Creatures like me. Those who prey upon the human race, true I only feed upon those who are murders and the like; yet still she would not condone my actions.
I’ve followed Talia for centuries, watching over her from the shadows. Someone must protect her. She is the only one who can put an end to the scepter. She must survive.
I know that it sounds odd that I’ve followed her without revealing myself, but I have done so to spare her the knowledge of what I have become. I am the enemy now. I know this better than most. Nothing can absolve me of my crimes. I am beyond redemption. But still there is hope; it is what drives even those as lost and damned as I.
In truth, I know not why I write this, except that perhaps I hope that Talia might read it and understand what I have become and how. With understanding, I might find her forgiveness, forgiveness for the deception, for my many years of lies.
If anyone can save me from myself it is Talia. And if she can’t save me, then who better to exact revenge for my wretched fate?
-Kylie
November, 1999