I've stared into the maw of madness, and basked in it's 'glory'. I had power and control; or I thought I had control. When, in actuality, I was a creature living on sick and twisted needs. The need to take a life -sometimes two or three- on a daily basis started when I was young, a young adult. The orphan matron who was caring for me and my baby sister had refused to release her into my care when I became of age. She asked me to sign away any rights to be the guardian to the girl. I remember being angry beyond belief, I took the pen and stabbed the elderly woman repeatedly in the chest. Then calmly went to collect my four year old sister.

Back then, I had thought our older sister was going to come and get us, she was two years older than me and had made promises that she would come live with us so I didn't have to raise a child on my own. She never came. I had no formal education, home schooling meant nothing special back then, I had only taken regular school up until my parents died when I was fourteen. Having a taste for murder now I realized I could make all the money I wished. I started killing the people who had wronged me in the past: young women.

In my head back then I thought young women -hookers mainly- were scum, my father was killed by a young woman and I had been cheated on an lied to all my teenage years by ladies who were my peers. They were an easy target, no one would miss the hookers and they often carried large sums of money. They key was to get them when they were being dropped off.

How did I achieve all this? Surely after a few murders I must have been caught right? It certainly helps when you are a supernatural being. I don't feel like getting into much detail, now I know the origins of where I come from, it involves a creature of pure magic tricking a human woman into sleeping with him. The resulting child was a halfling, that halfling was my grandmother and from her was the birth of my species. To shorten this up, I have the power to see the magic that is all around you and me at any given moment, with it I can create ice and snow. My grandmother called us Witches, because at the time she lived in the fabled Salem and a creature like her was persecuted and chased. Ice leave no fingerpints, and of course it melts within the hour.

So I lived this secret life with my sister, sure I loved and cared for her and taught her everything she knows now. Positive things, not all the terrible things. Sadly, it didn't last long. When my sister was in her early tweens I met a fiery redhead named Avoie, she had her own agenda which included sex and blathering on about her day. She was a fool and took my cold indifference as a sign of endearment. However, I kept close to her as she was the investigator leading the investigation on all my murders. My mind told me I was safe if I stayed right under her nose; and I was for a long time. My world shattered when she put all the pieces of the puzzle together, I had to get rid of her. The thing that kills me to this day is that she actually loved me. I had no love for her but the fact that she spent the time to love me makes me feel guilty, she never got the chance to meet someone who would love her in return. I took it away from her. I left that place, had I stayed I knew I would have killed my sister. I had to stay away. I only found out much later in life what happened to her.

The years passed and I slipped farther and farther into my insanity. Towards the end of my tour of insanity I had stopped thinking, life became automatic. I was no longer cleaning up after my messes, my apartment had bodies strewn across it, all decomposing at different rates. That is when my elder sister - who had been chasing me for twenty or so years - had finally approached me. She told me enough was enough, she said she had done something awful and told our younger sister that I was dead. Our younger sister was now married with three children, she missed me every day. Even after she watched my personality effectively die she still missed me. I did not go easily, I would not go, I was smarter than her. Needless to say I was defeated by blunt force trauma -non lethal obviously- and a concussion that followed.

When I awoke I was blindfolded -to keep me from flaying everyone around me- and bound. From what I could tell I was in a room in some sort of mental hospital like place. How fitting. The first few days were raw hell, I tried to fight and fight to no avail. I remember thrashing around madly and crying and screaming. I would not be contained. People would come in and try to speak to me, I'd spit at them angrily. Some were terrified, they knew why I was there. For about a week I was left completely alone, no one would come in to try an talk to me and I had grown bored of bashing my head into the walls looking for some kind of solace so I sat there, I felt lost and helpless.

I don't know how many days it was after my revelation that I was helpless when people started to talk to me. Random people I didn't care to know. I was still unable to see because of the blindfold, it was hard for them to get any of my attention. One day, things changed. Angel Linane, best described as the bossy boss lady of where I was being held came into my room. She seemed, light hearted it was strange to hear someone say kind things and follow them up with her refusal to take any crap from me. She has some kind of power too, she was vastly more powerful than me, she actually had the ability to disable the power I had. When she removed the blindfold I was prepared to kill her and escape this hole. Angel didn't lie to me, I was powerless and she just smiled at me while I figured this out.

Angel spent a long time working with me and introduced me to my younger sister and her family. My sister's husband is a strange man, in my mind I'd question his manliness but I can see they both love each other very much. They have three children, the eldest was not birthed by my sister but she loves him like he was anyway. The middle child is the only daughter, she's very smart and was wary of me for a long time, even after her brothers had accepted me. I am not offended by it at all. The youngest was very excited to meet me, sure he was a little cautious but he was the first of the three willing to spend time alone with me. That kid is insanely good at games of all sorts, I am never going to beat him at anything.

I wouldn't know my family if it wasn't for Angel. She helped me overcome the haunting realization of what I had been doing to people for so many years. She helped me realize I needed to live my life for the future. As it turns out, that future includes her. Over the course of a year a feeling grew for her. I was frightened and confused for a month, I had locked myself away trying to hide from her. I realized how futile this was and confessed my love. I was glad that she had accepted me -after a very strange mixed message of a slap followed by a kiss-. I do love her, she makes fun of me and teases me on quite a regular basis. One who didn't know her the way people close to her do would say she was really terrible. Sure she is but thats what makes her amazing. So now I am living with her, and her children in a world that includes my sister and her family. I couldn't be happier.