She walked silently into the building, an unmatched darkness slithered throughout her aura, entwining dark threads than sunk deep beneath her skin and into her soul. Dark threads that allowed her to do many things, from creating a dark shell of a weblike sticky material, to encompassing another and nearly smothering them with an ooze. She swiftly moved through the dark interior of the room, touching lightly upon the walls, not for sight but just something to hold on to. Something new for her senses to behold. Along the slightly bumpy surface of the walls were a few picture frames, all of which were not able to be seen amidst the vast darkness with normal human eyes. She stopped and stared blankly upon the family unit beneath the opaque surface of the glass, wondering what lay beneath the smiles of the faces and the glimmering eyes. Were they really happy or was it just a facade captured by some modern mechanical device? No matter. She would make damn sure that these humans would not feel any type of happiness again. She was going to destroy everything within this household that they held dear...to exact revenge on the clan whom had malevolently and ruthlessly torn apart every living aspect of her life, every mere thing that she had ever dared to say 'loved'.

She lifted her hand that was pressed against the cold glass. A slight foggy imprint from her lukewarm hands swirled and dissipated as the temperature returned to its normal state. With the thought of her family being destroyed, a sudden outburst of anger raged through her system. She swiftly swung her arm and flicked her wrist, grabbing the frame and tossing it to the floor with a loud CRASH! Bits of wood and shards of glass scattered everywhere in a violent shower of shrapnel. She stood amongst the small amount of damage, now beginning to breathe heavily. Her eyes flew open like shutters on a window in a turbulent windstorm. The whites now showed and her glimmering eyes turned, flashing a brilliant shade of crimson. Nothing would stop her now. She was going to tear the shit out of this house, and everything that they held dear would die.

A young woman stirred and snapped awake with the clatter of glass in the living room. "Honey, I think there's an intruder!" She whispered affrighted. She nudged her husband lying on the bed next to her. She pulled back the covers slightly, revealing a nightgown with frilly lace edges above the breast line and a slight amount of cleavage. Her husband stirred a bit, muttered something and rolled over and began to fall back asleep.

The girl with the temper continued to flare up in rage, cheeks slightly flushing and adrenaline rushing throughout her entire system. She could smell the young couple in bed and the child near the age of seven in the bedroom. Her sensitive hearing picked up the commotion in the bedroom and thought slowly with a grin crossing her face, "Ah, good...more chances to terrify them before they fully realize who has come to terrorize their world and ransack their beautiful lifestyles!"

She thrust her hands with fingernails sharpened to points into the wall, leaving five tiny pricks in the wall. As she did so, she dragged her hand all the way across the wall, leaving a slight pattern as she wavered her hands up and down. The pasty white walls looked like an insane cake decorator had swirled intricate dips and curves into them. As she reached the door to the bedroom, she pondered, "Whom to hurt first? The young ones or the adults...which would bring more suffering and pain?" She smiled demonically, revealing sets of pinprick teeth beneath the ruby red lips. She flipped her blood-red hair across her shoulders and let it flow down her shoulders and touch the arcs of her violet and grey wings.

She picked the door that was easiest to get to and leapt into the air, levitating for a brief moment as she spread her massive wings that had been wrapped around her shoulders in a type of cloak. The wingtips had slight spines, more of a horn, that clunked against the other doors as she rose. She bent her knees and used her massive, muscular legs, curling up slightly to gain more force with the impact. She kicked the door swiftly with the balls of her slightly curved feet and tore it straight off the hinges, sending pieces of wood and metal flying. As she dropped back onto the floor, her gnarled, clawed feet padded softly and soundlessly on the carpet.

The young girl let out a blood-curdling scream, instantly waking from a dream she was having. "What-What are you?" She said slowly, barely mustering a whisper out of her dry, scratchy throat.

"What I am is not of importance." she said to the girl in a dark, mellow, soothing voice. One that usually would not come from a "monster" as so many humans liked to call her...

(TO BE CONTINUED)