Echoes of times forgotten

Piercing through the wind came the echoes of times forgotten. The worst and the best of all days had come together that one time disaster was the tonic of his life. Her name evoqued hatred, her smile was like an ancient blade beautiful and deadly, treatcherous in more than one way. He couldn't help to feel nauseated by the memory of all those days and still, in spite of himself, she was stuck in his mind...He hated her, he wanted her forgotten, forever a bad dream. But was it deep inside not all the contrary? He wanted her, he thought he'd seen a spark in her eyes and couldn't tell just yet what it was. He wanted to know...better still, he needed to know. Maybe there was more to her, but that he couldn't say. He was only certain of thing. Wether she was aware of it or not...she was evil. And that made all the difference.