Why, hello there. I couldn’t help notice you checking out my legs, my thighs, and well, everything else. (smirk) My master calls me Oleander, because I’m as pretty as an Oleander blossom and twice as poisonous. You couldn’t help, but notice my beauty, could you? My hair is so dark, it has blue highlights. My skin is as pale as a creature of the night. I’m the monster within Thomas (see ‘T is for Thomas, coming soon to inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com), the monster he’d like to be. If you ask me, I could never be half the monster he is. Killing squirrels for fun? Trying to beat up on Danyell and Dayell (see ‘D is for Danyell and Dayell at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com), just because he thinks those twins are too pretty to be boys? I can think of far more interesting things to do to them. Thomas can’t admit he’s a halfling, so he takes it out on everybody else. He’s made up this ideal father figure and projected him upon Jupitre, his fake father (see ‘J is for Jupiter at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com). Jupitre enjoys the flattery, although he thinks Thomas is fat and stupid. Thomas’ so-called mother and sister want nothing to do with him. Why would they? They’re demigods, dragged down to earth and mundanity, while Thomas was mundane to begin with. Only he must have had a spark of something special, or Seraphix wouldn’t have called to him, whispered to him, creating me within his heart. (see ‘S is for Seraphix, coming to inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com) If only Thomas would just let go and embrace me, letting himself transform into me. We’d have so much more fun, plus we’d make everyone fall in love with us. We’d make the twins truly crawl, for rejecting us. Thomas keeps resisting me, though, clinging to his overrated humanity. It’s not like he has very much of it. There’s no point in worrying about it, because Thomas wants me, no matter how badly he tries to deny me. It’s only a matter of time, before he gives in to his deepest desire. It’s only a matter of time, before he gives in to me.