Lately I have found myself becoming infatuated with a girl who would desire nothing more than my destruction. How did it come to this? Well there are several possibilities.

Before I go any further, I should mention the name of my heart's latest object of affection. Her name is Valerie Gray. I have noticed that her first name is one letter off from the word valkerie, a sort of warrior woman from norse mythology. Strangely fitting, since she is a type of warrior. And her last name is also fitting, because our animosity is neither black or white. She does fight me, not because she is evil but because she is angry and misguided.

She started fighting me because she blames me for the accident that caused her fall from the school's social hierarchy. But later we started to become friends outside of battle, all-the-while unaware that I was also the one who she was hunting so intently.

After a while, we started dating a bit. We were being pushed together by one of my enemies, so that I would be preoccupied while he went along with an evil plan of his. We nearly became a couple. But before we took that step, she broke it off because she was too involved in activities relating to my potential destruction. She was unaware that the activities she was dedicated to were trying to kill me.

I wanted to take the relationship to the next level, even if it meant having to keep her ignorant of my dual identities. Why? Because I am attracted to her.

There are several reasons why I am attracted to her. First off, her voice is incredibly sexy, even when she is not trying to be seductive. She has a fantastic body. If she wanted to, she could bring boys to their knees and girls to question their orientation. And she is a very strong and capable person. To quote a line from a movie I saw once, "I like the kind of woman that can kick my ass."

What would happen if she found out my secret? Would she give me a chance to explain myself, and then give up her quest for vengeance? Or would she allow rage to consume her, and do what she has promised to do so many times in the heat of battle?

Valerie has shown that her anger towards me makes her somewhat narrow minded. From what I could tell during our last important encounter, she did not seem the least bit curios as to how her original suit was able to move around without anyone inside it, or where exactly her latest suit came from.

I can never tell her about my double life. I can't take the chance that she would still want to kill me. Does fearing for my life like this make me a coward? Even if she didn't want to kill me immediately, she would be armed with a dangerous piece of information: my human identity. And as I learned during the whole debacle with Freakshow and the reality gauntlet, it would be very dangerous if my secret became common knowledge.

Now that I think about it, I never encountered Valerie during that incident where my secret became common knowledge. But I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, if I had run into her, it would it have held me back from saving my family, not to mention Tucker and Sam's families. But on the other hand, it would have been the perfect opportunity for me to see how she would react to that discovery.

I am reminded of a quote from the first Kill Bill movie. "Revenge is not a straight path: it is a forest. It is easy to lose sight of where you came in." I wonder if Valerie saw that movie and took that quote to heart.

I can only hope that one day she will give up her misguided quest for vengeance. Then we can pick up our relationship where we left off, without her ever knowing that I was her primary target. Until that day, we will have to play our roles: she as the hunter, myself as the prey.