To be honest my own paranoia made me post this as I did not want the lovely people of the forums to think I was just trying to get reviews on the original version of this story, which is still available to read. Please feel free to do so, then review and tell me what you like and don't like- quite a bit of the original content hasn't made the cut to the new verion, but with your help maybe I can work it into a later chapter?

In case somebody wants to know where I'm at with progress, I'm up to chapter six, got the prologue, epilogue, couple of extra chapter fragments, other stuff that I will eventually get written down.

Lots of mixed up shizzle that I need to sort out, basically.

Anyway, hopefully I will be able to start uploading chapters in a few weeks!


It was three o'clock in the morning. She could think of a million other places she would have rather been but there, standing behind a dustbin and forced to stop breathing in the stench.

She heard his feet land softly on the tarmac behind her and spun around with lightning speed to greet him.

"You're late."

"Not true. I am never late. You have something for me?"

"Hang on a minute, "she rooted around in her jacket pocket for it. "Here."

She handed him a crumpled up photo featuring six girls celebrating something or another. She watched him study the piece of photographic paper for a fraction of a second. His breath formed clouds of condensation around them. In the dark of the night, she examined his dark features. He was older than she was, physically by a good ten years, literally by thousands of years.

"Which one?"

"Let me see."

He lowered the picture so she could point out a taller-than-average girl with hair the colour of dark chocolate. "That one."

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this the girl with whom you're so hateful towards? Sophie Dougle or whatever. Don't think I'm going to do away with her just because you don't like her."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course not."

"So why then?"

"She knows. She knows what we are. She knows about all of us."

"Pfft, well," he said.

"Just get rid of her. Please, before she does something stupid like expose us all."

He nodded. "Very well, she'll be gone before sunset."

With that, he slunk back into the night. She caught a quick glimpse of the photo she had given him and saw a girl, the past version of herself, with a dopey grin and an arm around the brunette's shoulders. It gave her an uneasy feeling. If she were still human, she'd say it was a sickly feeling.

She turned away into the dark alley, her shoulders already felt lighter.

Sophia wouldn't know what hit her.