Grandiose

It was one of those moments, a single second that I felt bad for what I had done. I have them at least 100 times a day. I had hurt people, killed them and it haunted me. I wasn’t myself, I knew that, but that didn’t change the facts. I had blood on my hands and I couldn’t stand to be in #BeaconHills any longer and so I left. #London here I come, I said to myself as I loaded my things into the plane. It would be a new start, a new life and a new me. An American Werewolf in London… I thought; chuckling quietly. What could possibly go wrong with that? -- I hadn’t been in #London long, couple of months, give or take and I was wandering the streets with nowhere in particular to go when a voice called from behind me, “Have we met before?” At first I thought to keep walking; no one here knew me so they couldn’t have been talking to me but curiosity got the better of me as I turned to face the woman who spoke. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, #Lydia included though I wouldn’t tell her that, and she was staring straight at me.  Her hair fell delicately around her shoulders and her reddened lips pursed in confusion as she spoke again. I shook my head fighting back the urge to fall onto my knees before this goddess. “No, I don’t believe we have.” I pushed back all uncertainty now and allowed my signature grin to play upon my lips as my expression changed to that of arrogance. “I would have remembered meeting a woman as beautiful as you.”