"Iliana, Iliana, Iliana..."      It's always there, repeating over and over and over. At times it fades into the background. At times it's deafening.      With a haunted, but slightly amused look in her eyes, she cocked her head to the side and listened more carefully. Sometimes the Voice speaks more than just her name. Sometimes it tells her what needs to be done. The Voice was smooth and calming. Perhaps that's why she began listening to it.      She heard the first whispered evidence that there was something there when she was 17. Her parents had started fighting some time before that and there were talks of a divorce. Iliana was in the middle of her senior year of high school at the time. The stress of her parents fighting and the possible divorce, stacked on top of the normal teenage routine ended up being too much for her mind to handle.      At first, the Voice just calmed her. It comforted her. But over time it began to make suggestions, and the suggestions turned into demands. Still, there was nothing too bad about that. It hadn't told her to do anything that would get her into trouble.      The month before her 19th birthday, her parents divorce was final. All hope of getting them back together disappeared on that day. She wasn't sure what to do, and the Voice didn't help. It did suggest that she should go to her boyfriend's house. She didn't call before she left. If she had, perhaps he'd still be alive.      She arrived at his house and walked in as she always did. The lights were dim, but she knew he was home. Silently she walked through the hall to his room. The door was open and she could hear movement inside. All she could do was stand in the door way while her brain registered what her eyes were seeing.      There wasn't just one body in the bed, there were two. And they didn't even notice her.      "You don't deserve to be treated like that, my dear. Go to the kitchen and get the knife. They haven't seen you, so they won't know you're coming for them."      It was messy. He should have kept his knives sharper, but then again, he never was too worried about little things like that.      Iliana Vincenzo didn't care to remember that, or anything that happened in the past. She doesn't care about what might happen in the future. She does what the Voice tells her to do. She doesn't question and she doesn't care.      "My dear. It's time to seek out a new home, and new friends. You'll find it easy enough. The people there will not ask questions. But they will wonder."      The Voice settled back to it's constant whisper as she made her way to her new home. She knew that if they did not accept her, the Voice would be angry.      Crimson rivers were a beautiful thing, and she smiled an empty smile at the thought of being able to create one again.