The dark red of her eyes were so strange, so disconnected from her world. Their gaze saw the very flow of time bend around her, yet they bore so much more. Her mind pulled at her, and if only she had noticed the creature grip onto her heart with every word, if only the rage within her faltered, perhaps she would have been able to see the person she would soon become. To deny her blood and to deny her powers... Yet fate would not give way to the presence of time; it would only bend it.