"My name is Tara, Tara Darkshadow. I'm sure you've heard of Us. If you haven't, ask someone, or better yet maniacally twisted smile come see Me.

I'm a Witch. Hard to believe isn't it, but mock sigh One must follow tradition.....or so I'm told. I'm the second born twin of Terezz and Lazarus. Inbreeding, they say, leads to abnormalities She closes Her eyes for a moment and then continues I don't believe a word of it, do I seem abnormal to you? No? Didn't think so.

Now don't go running off feeling sorry for Me. I like who I am. When I was younger grinning openly, Her teeth straight and white, remembering Her visit to Uncle Armand's Lab I hated Myself. Don't like admiting it, but Armand, although I'm not sure if He realizes, stopped Me from making a huge mistake. I was beginning to trust Great Uncle Arturo, but then sadistically smiling Armand helped Me discover My lot in life. I know people talk behind Our backs, but what do they really know.

She squats down, resting on Her haunches and crosses Her arms, the singing of metal on metal breaking the silence of Her pause. She arches Her head back and smoldering green eyes look directly into yours

You see it to, don't you. I remind you of someone don't I, but you can't quite put your finger on it. I like it that way, you know. I'm the Daughter of the Son, of the greatest Warlock in the Northern regions. Jarred de la Shadou, that's My Grand Father. I've never met Him.....He's dead. In the physical sense of the word, but I know from the stories My Aunt's and Uncle's tell Me that He's still around. They tell Me be careful, not to trust Him, but in some ways I have to admire Him.

Her eyes glaze over as She ponders Her next words

GrandMa Tara, thats short for Taraliece, She taught Me when I was a child. I never told My Mother, it was Our secret eyebrows furrowing as She debates on continuing She's to sweet. She allowed My Grand Father to take advantage of Her. Who in Their right mind would want all those kids under foot. I'd probably have killed Them. Or Him.

Her tone of voice becoming casual, yet arrogant

If you ever tell anyone I spoke of My Grand Mother like that, I will deny it. They'll believe Me. I can be the portrait of innocence when I want to be. She smirks and goes on. Bet you're thinking, wow, She has the powers of the Shadou. Yeah, the best of both worlds. But in My case, and I know you've heard this before.....the sins of the Father, are passed down to the Son, etc., etc., and I'm the excetera. Do you know, or can you imagine being lucky enough to possess the Power of Jarred, the innocence of Taraliece as well as Her inner strength and determination, be able to see and dream the future like My Mother Terezz, and to put the icing on an already perfect cake, I am blessed with something special of My Father Lazarus'. I enjoy pain, I love blood as He does. Your blood, My blood, makes no difference. Ever watch a deathmatch? I've hidden in the hills of that place they call the killzone. Its almost better then an orgasm an almost secretive laugh Uncle Armand taught Me all about those. Watching someone's throat slit, or their head torn off. The best part is the look in their eyes. Fools! what'd they expect. Then that gurgling sound. When they try and spit out their last words? an evident shiver coursing up Her spine makes Me wet just thinking about it.

See these blades? Yeah, these extending both arms


My Uncle Jeremiah gave them to Me. They're bolted into My bones. I was awake through the whole procedure, just to see how much pain I could endure before that hot steamy juice ran down My inner thigh. Lord Satan, what a rush THAT was.

Don't look at Me that way, I know what you're thinking. That I'm strange. Stranger then the rest, or maybe I'm a bit unstable or deranged.

She waits a second before going on, Her eyes somewhat glazed and unfocused as She laughs

Maybe I am insane, or maybe it just runs in My Family.

~Another low laugh as She flips you off and disappears into the shadows~