It was a unusually cold morning in California. It didn't bother her, though. She couldn't feel the wind on her back or the rough sand on her feet, most times she felt nothing at all. When that didn't feed her, she lived on anger and jealously.
She walked on until she came to a large white house. She climbed the steps, the fact that the back door would be locked at 5AM didn't bother her. She didn't even try the door handle. She simply walked through the wood, like a ghost.
She went to the second floor of the house until she came to a plain white door. But she knew it was more than that. The occupant inside it depended on her sole existence. Again, she slipped through the door. She walked to the bed and looked down at the sleeping girl. This girl's days were numbered. Last time she had let the girl disappear, with the threat that she could have gained control. She had left the girl a back door, a way out. Of course, she never expected that to happen. She didn't think that a small country girl could have overpowered her. But that was her mistake. She would not let it happen again.
She had her allies. She had her powers. Tonight she would strike, but right now she had to be patient.
She stared at the sleeping girl, who was unaware that in a few hours, her perfect world would come undone, and her existence, would be vaporized.
The girl's family and friends would protect her, of course. But that was just what she wanted. To have the small girl see the pain that she would cause her family.
But for now, she simply slipped out the door and walked out onto the beach.
Miley Stuart and everyone that cared about her, would pay.
This time, Hannah would win, she was sure of it.
There was nothing that anyone could do to stop her.