It's Just a Quick Fix, It's Just a Safety Rope
It had been only the ghost of a memory of a dream, nothing tangible or substantial in any sense of either word. But it had been enough to worry her, to scare her into pushing back whatever terrible, sacred force had been stirring in her lately. As much as she loved her sister, she preferred to remain as far from her realm as possible.
That had been three and a half months ago. The darkness had remained soft and silent inside her since then, present but gently unassuming. Then she had awoken from another dream, seemingly without reason. The wisp of what she remembered was scarier than the fact that she had dreamed: a voice crying out, and the feeling of invoking something that was almost more important to her than life itself- something that was her purpose. It had left her with a cold sweat and a feeling of loss so profound it was all she could do to keep from falling into tears.
Fighting back the feeling, she rose from her bed and hastily pulled on her clothes. Tyki was taking care of Joy in the room over; she could hear him sounding out the words of a book as he practiced reading to her. It was four A.M., she'd be back by morning- in time for her to take back the girl and see him off.
Miranda slid through the wall into the hallways and headed North, skin shifting dark and eyes flaring gold as she walked. There wouldn't be many people wandering the halls at this hour, probably- but the ones that were, she wouldn't spare. The best way to shake a feeling like this was to drown it in blood; to block it out with the strangled half-cries of exorcists as she tore their hearts and Innocence from their bodies. She wouldn't even mind the screams tonight, would welcome the pain they caused her ears in fact. It was a distraction and a gauge of how well she was doing her job; a reminder that she was in control and above them.
A razor grin sliced across her features as she caught sight of an exorcist and sauntered forward. There would be no taunting tonight, no teasing. Just pain and twisted smears of blood, broken wills and bodies left in her wake. She would make them suffer, would suck any hint of pleasure from their existence. And she would enjoy every goddamn minute of it.