Part One of "The Life that could be..."

     Her long sleek black hair danced delicately in the wind as the chill of January's air filtered past her. She could feel the storm in the air as if her conscious mind was completely aware of what the newsman withheld from the public. There she perched on the brick wall of the walk way, ready to pounce upon unsuspecting prey. She knew nothing would walk by, but the feel of a storm always made her alert and antsy. She could taste the moisture in the air as if the clouds had already sprung a leak of the unnoticed rain. The humans knew not of the storm because the storm was not natural. 

     It was brewing, oh yes, it was brewing. The lightening, the rain, the sleet... the night would be rough. The night was just beginning. The storm was created by powers she had yet to show. Her teeth chattered as she bade the wind to blow colder, signaling the suspecting humans. She could feel the pressure mounding, tearing at her as the pain ripped away slowly at her already torn heart.She was incapable of subsiding the intense loathing in her own heart, though the white magic would not allow her to harm an innocent, it still allowed her to release all the emotional baggage that she bottled for so long. The storm was her creation. It was not a sudden storm, no, the storm had been building for months and months. Finally, when her heart could take no more endorphins or her tongue could taste no more emotions, she brewed. And here she sat, waiting for the unsuspecting victim. The victim was the owner of the house she now inhabited. Calmly she shifted positions her hair creating the perfect feather effect in the wind that kept constant. The night was young, so the shadows were bare. She could feel the shadows trying to absorb her and let the shadows take greedily. Take me... Her mind screamed angrily. Take me into the darkness! I belong there! Her thoughts we restless, depraved in a sense. The taste of the air was causing her aura to change, the smell of the storm giving her a brilliant darkness that was alluding from her. This was it… the beginning of her rain.