Disclaimer: Still don't own the mentalist guys and I get no money from this

Author's Note: Hello readers! Here is a sequel to Change, the second ending, not the first happy one, this is after Jane and Lisbon have died. This chapter is in italics as it's the present whereas the other chapters will be the past. You'll understand when you read it, I promise ;)

Time seemed to freeze as she stood in the room, the very breeze stopped blowing. Everything became still except for her. She felt her slow heartbeat pounding in her chest as she breathed slowly in and out.

She couldn't bring herself to move, she could hear the drops falling from the bloody blade and hitting the floor but she couldn't take her emerald eyes off the the body lying at her feet.

He would be proud of her, the body was her first victim. He would be proud of her. She didn't feel proud or happy, she wasn't regretful or sad either. She just felt hollow with this emptiness consuming her.

She had killed someone, ended a life. She had looked deep into her victim's eyes as she ended their life. That's what he'd told her to do and she'd done it, he would be proud.

She knelt down beside the corpse and dipped her fingers in the warm sticky blood. The very idea should have repulsed her, it always had but she had to, she just knew she had to as drew the smiley face on the wall. Three fingers, in a clockwise direction. She couldn't be bothered to get a glove. He would still be proud of her.

She finished the face and fell to her knees before it and let the blade slip from her fingers as police burst through the door. She knew they'd come sooner or later, it hadn't stopped her. She wondered who had called them, she didn't care really.

"Put your hands in the air!" yelled one of them, an asian man, Cho.

She raised them slowly and was aware of hand cuffs clasping her wrists as she was pulled to her feet. It felt like a weird dream she was having, she felt so detached it seemed impossible, but it was real and it was possible. She had had her first kill, she was now a murderer.

She was silent as they read her her rights and drove her to the interrogation room. They sat her in a chair and Cho sat opposite her.

"Why?"

Cho asked the question as bluntly as ever, just a single word, so like him. She just shrugged. Why was a long, complicated and confusing story. She was sure Cho didn't really want to hear it. What did it matter?

Another man came in the room. He was a tall brown haired man she knew well, Rigsby. He sat down beside Cho and joined him in staring at her, their eyes a mixture of sadness and pity.

"Name?" Rigsby said finally.

"Sarah. Sarah Walker, Sarah Jane, hell you can call me bloody Red John junior for all I care."

At Sarah's answer Cho slammed his fist on the table furiously causing them all to jump at his rare outburst of raw emotion.

"Damn it Sarah! This is not a game! You are just like your father!" Cho roared angrily as he stood up and paced around the room.

"Which father? The one who sired me or the one who raised me?" she inquired with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"Both," Cho whispered coldly.

Another man walked hurridly into the room, he whispered something to Cho and then left. Sarah didn't recognize him, she supposed it didn't matter.

"We're gonna take you to a holding cell," Cho explained as he led her to the door, "you're a minor and can't be interviewed till you have a legal guardian or some other crap."

Sarah said nothing as she was locked in a holding cell and her handcuffs were finally removed. She rubbed her wrists gently and went to brush her golden hair out of her eyes, she stopped when she saw the blood on her fingers.

Slowly she sat down on the bed feeling thoughtful. Blood. Such an important thing. It was to her anyway, her life, her twin's life. Everything had to to with blood if you thought about. It had all started when blood had been spilled and put onto the wall, the blood of an elder sister she'd never know.

Sarah knew she should be thinking of the hopelessness of her future but all she could think about was the hopelessness of her past. She used to feel lucky. She had had a loving father, loving friends and a precious twin brother. Even if her mother had died in labour, she felt lucky and happy. She wished so bad for Red John's lies to be true but they weren't.

The harsh reality was her parents had been murdered and she had been raised by the bastard responsible. The cold hearted, cruel, murderous bastard that had slaughtered women for fun, yet he had also held her when she cried, tucked her in at night... And now she was a murderer too, at just 15.

So much had changed in the past 3 years. No, everything had changed. Spilled blood had taken her friends, brother and father all in different ways. Three years ago she'd felt lucky and happy, now she was cursed and miserable. Most of it wasn't even her fault.

Sarah lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had all began three years ago...

Author's Note: So what do you guys think? Good idea, bad idea? Please review, it's a very different idea and I'm not sure if you like it :l