Her heart was a flutter with emotion. This was the night, Valentine's Night, the only night out of the year that she truly felt alive. She told herself that it was silly to get so worked up over a man. After all, she was a twenty-first century faerie, she didn't need a man to be complete. But the heart wants what the brain does not always understand. She didn't NEED a man, she WANTED one! But not just any man, HER man!
Life hadn’t always been like this, she had been a career woman. She had worked her way up the Cupidilluminati ladder from typestamping to Candygram Editor in just three years, at two hundred twenty-four she was not only the youngest editor in the history of confectionery hearts, she was also the only woman! She was proud of that fact, but that was before the FALL. The memory of it sticks in her mind like a bad pop song. She plays that night over and over again, unable to cleanse the putrescent disgust of her weakness from her thoughts. "He was only a man.", she thinks. But a more perfect specimen she had never laid eyes upon.
The Cherub Coalescence Corp were the best of the best, and he was top dog! Outside of Cupid, The C.C. Corp were second to none when it came to pheromonial finagling. Kandi Hartz had very little use for The Corp, they were all testosterone ridden hormone junkies as far as she was concerned. She could bring hearts together with colloquialism far more effectively than The Corp ever could by flinging arrows. But he was no ordinary corp rat, he was different. The moment their eyes met she knew she had found her man, and lost herself forever. Their affair was torrid and lascivious. Their passion burned brighter than a thousand supernovas and just as violent as it died out. When it was over he had moved on but she was a broken woman, a charred husk of her former independent self, and she HATED him for it!
Kandi Hartz threw herself into her work. The work had been there for her long before he had and as long as she was completely committed to it, the work had never let her down; unlike him. But how could she be committed when he was on her mind all the time? The harder she tried to forget him the more she would remember. The memories were what betrayed her the most, the memory of his sweet embrace, how she felt completely his and he hers. The memories were what haunted her dreams and persecuted her waking moments. Until the memories were all there was and the work was no longer enough. It was in this moment, at her darkest and most sadistic that she vowed revenge. If she couldn't have him, no one would!
"I'll KILL him!", she thought, but quickly banished the notion from her mind. Killing him would be too easy, too easy for him. No, she had a fate far worse than death reserved for him and she knew just the weapon to use. Faerie Whispers are an ancient aphrodisiac only known and used by the most eclectic of faerie gypsies. Faerie Whispers are not to be used lightly and only sparingly, for their magic is unpredictable at best and catastrophic at worst. The recipient of a Whisper is captive to it's instruction. To use its magic you need only whisper into the wind and let nature weave its wonder.
Day after day Kandi Hartz planted whisper after whisper into his ear and his heart. And time after time his passionate affairs ended in utter heartbreak. Until one day he found his true love and would never long for another. Kandi knew it was wrong, as a member of the Cupidilluminati she knew that tampering with true love was a fools gambit. But what about HER true love? HE was that love and now she was at the precipice of losing him forever! No, she wouldn't allow it! She whispered into the wind for the last time and felt immediate regret upon doing so.
Now as she spies on him, watching him lurk in the shadows approaching his prey, she once again feels the remorse of that fateful day when she destroyed the only true love he will ever know. And she knows that she, and she alone, is responsible for the terrible creature known as Crankus Destroyer of Love that now plagues this day. But as a smile creeps across her face she also finds solace in the fact that he is now hers and revels in her duty to stop him from spreading the curse that she started because this is the night that, once again, their passions burn bright and her world is right once more.
