Love me...I am not evil.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then.