Hunting Reflection: Genre Undetermined

The face looking back up from the pond was her own, but it was not the face that she had ever seen herself wear before. It had a quizzical twist to its eyebrow, but it's eyes wore the expression of a hawk mantling, longing to be after its prey. Despite the torn shoulder of the reflection's dress, the girl in the rippling surface of the pond looked like she was the hunter, not the prey. Involuntarily, she reached forward, and so did her reflection. Their fingertips brushed against each other over the surface of the water, and for a moment, she felt the roughened fingertips of a fighter beneath her own. Then she felt only the cool ripples of water in the holy pond--

Inspiration: "Happy - Bile" by Nocturne
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. Either a sort of divine-possession, or changeling for a purpose, or some such.