Times are Changing

[Tiffany]

I really dont think I like it here. My powers dont work as well as they should. The gifteds refuse to allow it. Spoils my fun, and I dont like it! All of them so far have been self-centered snide little things..Full of themselves...Wonder what their past holds that I could get my hands on.. Maybe tweak it a little? I am thinking of having Allana touch Dementia to see what her past holds..She called me a skank..I will make her pay..I will show her that I am a person to be reckoned with..

[Tiffany]

I met someone new today...He was so different from the people I met before. He is funny, to say the least! He danced around an old lady with his jacket open, showing off his chest, and threatened to undo his belt and take off the rest of his clothes just because she told him to put a shirt on. He had every right to look like he did and dress like he did, the woman got what she deserved. A peep show at a young guy, who could complain? He actually sat down and ate lunch with me. He actually had a lot of insight into what I was going through..not wanting to use my power and all. I am trying hard to find what makes me happy...what makes me who I am, something that does not involve my power. Its hard, but I am sure that I will find a way.

[Tiffany]

The night air was chilled, yet still warm. It quickly dried the sweat of my forehead. I was warmed by the power that flowed through my veins like liquid fire. Closed eyes greeted the night sky. A trickle of blood ran down my chin. Its source..my lip. I had sliced it on the man's teeth. For just a moment he had struggled..I had to hold him against the wall and shove my power at him. I made him have thoughts of me..of only me. Made him want me like no woman in his life. And I kissed him, long and hard, that is when I cut my lip..It was wonderful. I opened my mouth to the kiss, but instead of continuing the kiss, that is when I began to take his life. My hair swung in between us, catching on his groping hands and tangling them. He swore and tried to untangle it, that is when I made my move. The horns on my head cut through the skin on my scalp and curved upward. The wings on my back, unfurled and flapped once strongly as if testing their strength. I was able to see my hair lose its color and turn back to its original blond. It always did that when I changed. My clothes twisted, shifted and changed to accomodate my wings and whip-like tail. They stretched across my body tightly, ensuring the man's lust. That is how my power works. He has to want me before I can take his life. Annoying and inconvenient, but true. A fog-like substance passed by his lips and into mine. His life-force. Before he knew it began to get weak. This is when they got scared and started to struggle. I pressed him against the wall, capturing him and holding him captive as I locked my lips to his, determined to take everything from him. He began to convulse as his heart fluttered and failed him. I backed away, letting his body fall, studying his open, non-seeing eyes for only a moment. I turned and wondered where Alanna had gotten off to.

She was standing next to the first person I had killed that night. The man who certainly was not the last of my victims. I began my rampage, unaware that I wouldnt be able to stop until I was fully satisfied. I am usually able to refrain. But I had been through much, and my predatory instincts got the better of me. Now..I am powerless to stop my hunger..for right now I can feel the horns trying to break the skin. The wings on my back unfurling..It is time to hunt again, I can feel it. The hunger pulses and writhes in my stomach. It is a pain hard to bear. I am ashamed at my weakness. But I am hungry...

[Tiffany]

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
--enigmatic, strange, unreal--
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me--but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.


-Book of Counted Sorrows