Chapter 1

It was a long night she thought to herself as she walked back home. She could have just flew, but she wanted the air to be slow through her hair."Maybe I should not have killed that guy earlier, I could use some company, but I was just so hungry." She thought. As she let the wind blow her blonde hair around, she began to remember another time, far back into her long exsistance. Some type of dance blurred in her thoughts, along with some type of tragity, she blinked back tears and pushed back the thoughts. "Oh well, I'll just go home and go to that concert tomorrow night, I haven't fallowed the group, but Margs likes 'em, that will lift my spirits." she thought to herself, then took to the air for a faster way home. When she got home, she slipped into her bed for her rest. As she drifted off into slumber, a dream over took her: tinkeling of glasses and dimands, laughter, music, and soft whispers. Someone she knew, who she cared for very much, holding her, and the feeling of spinning, she was dancing. Being held in warm, safe arms. Then blackness, and something bad, she was alone now, on her knees crying. Blood on her hands, face and down her dress, something in her lap, no, someone: She awoke screaming and crying, gripping the sheets on her bed. "Oh god," she thought. "Why am I having this dream?" She got up and went into the bathroom to wash her tear,and sweat soaked face. Looking up into the mirror at her green eyes, she tryed to think of the dream.Not too much came back to her, really, only shivers. It was dusk now, time for her to get ready. She put on a pair of jeans, and a half shirt in metalic blue with a dragon on it. She added blue stripes in her hair, an pulled it all up into a ponytail with whisps everywhere. She threw on some white shoes with the straps wrapped around her ankles. Grabbing her keys she walked out the door to her car. "Better travel like a mortal tonight." She laughed to herself. She hopped into the convertable, noticing that the deep purple of the car held the moon's reflection like a mirror. Driving to her friends house, she tried to make since of the dream. She knew it was part of her past, but it nagged at her so much not to know the whole of it. She got to her friends house, and walked in. "Hey Margie, you ready?" she asked as she plopped down on the couch. "Yeah, one sec." she replied. She came out dressed almost the same, only she had red not blue everywhere. Including her brown hair, it was left down with red highlights,and she had on sneakers. "So how was your night last night?" Margie asked. "Oh you had to ask."she replied. "Why, what happened?" Margie asked "Well, let's see, to begin with, I killed the guy who was dinner, I guess I took too much, I wasn't really paying much attention, if ya know what I mean. Then there was that damn dream!" she said. "Really? A dream?" Margie asked. "Yeah, about my past, something I kinda forgot, but it's reserfacing, and I am going to go nuts." She replied. "Really? Wow, Ya know, you never told me about anything from before we met." Margie said looking at her with a hint of regret. "I know, I must have pushed it way back into my thoughs. I just feel that something bad happened." she answered sadly.

chapter 2