Yes, this will hopefully be as good (or even better) then Soulmate! I planned it all out you see and I had to write it, so here it is! I hope you get to like the character Lucy, because she's more key to the story then you'd originally think, and I know I put in a lot of new characters of my own creation, so I'm sorry about that, enjoy!

Missing until twisted

Lucy found herself throwing her script down in frustration. Glancing around, she picked it back up and dusted it off. She stood on a big stage, it wasn't massive, neither was it small, it was bigger then average she supposed. Sighing in resignation, she turned back to the auditorium, feeling a little depressed. How long had she been acting? Roughly 12 years now, and where was she? Still in a theatre. Still in outdated clothes and holding down a job in Blockbusters. Lucy ran her hand through her auburn hair, letting fall around her face in ripples, curling to frame her features. It was never about fame for her, no, it was just…acting. She loved it, it wasn't a hobby, or a profession, it was an addiction, a way of life and a deep passion. Biting her lip, she decided not to grovel; at least she wasn't doing so badly. At least she wasn't in the gutter as her foster parents had predicted. 20 years had passed since her birth, 12 of them spent acting.

Looking back down at the script, she read the title and let her hand fall to her side, the script with it. Looking around to the left wing, she turned around and walked behind the flaps, which stopped the audience seeing the actors who were about to come on. She found herself in a significantly small passageway, slowly; she ambled towards a door which was situated on to her left. Pushing it open gently, she came face to face with a man in his mid-thirties. He smiled at Lucy whilst shrugging on an overcoat. She smiled back, edging into the dressing room with little difficulty.

'You okay Luce?' he asked, a slight frown on his smooth brow.

'Yeah, why?' she said, sitting down on one of the chairs, leaning back with yet another sigh.

'No reason…hey, can you lock up tonight? Only I've got to pick my son up from nursery, Jess will have my head otherwise…' he looked a little hopeful, waiting for her to reply.

'Sure Jake,' Lucy smiled, patting his arm affectionately, 'divorce must be a difficult thing to handle.'

Jake laughed heartily, 'You don't know half of it…' he took her hand in his, '…and I hope you never will. Night Luce.'

'Night Jake.' She mumbled as he pulled away, picking up a rucksack and heading out the other door which led back to the stage.

Lucy sat there a little longer, staring at the screenplay with tired and almost dead eyes. If it wasn't for her love of acting, she'd have thrown in the towel long ago. It wasn't that she wasn't a good actress – she was – it was because the money wasn't so good and auditions these days were sparse. Resting her head down on the dressing table which lined the entire wall, she checked her watch and blew out her cheeks. She guessed she ought to run through her lines one last time before shutting up the theatre. She stood and sauntered back through the stage door, past the wings and into the theatre. Stretching her aching limbs, she put her papers onto the dust ridden floor. Lucy began her lines, going over them one by one, running the scene through her head as the words flowed over her crimson lips with ease.

Eventually, Lucy stopped, as the play running through her astonishing memory came to an end. She gazed out at the auditorium, sitting herself down on the edge of the old, black stage. Kenton theatre was an old building which dated back to the 1600s, when exactly? She wasn't sure. Henley on Thames, where the theatre had stood for over 400 years, wasn't that far from her London based flat, roughly 30 or so miles, maybe less. It was the second time she had been in that particular theatre for an acting part. It was quaint, dainty, yet grandly decorated. She had heard such rumours of the Kenton "ghosts" which supposedly haunted both the auditorium and backstage. Lucy had scoffed at it when told by the theatre's historian, Paul. Apparently "Mary" occupied the back seats of the hall, Paul claimed he had seen her himself. Details, however, were very sketchy. And the second one? The "Lady in Grey" as she had been dubbed, who "haunted" the backstage stairs, had been seen – once – by one rather "tipsy" tourist from America. Lucy laughed it off, that was until a clattering thud echoed into the auditorium. She jumped, almost petrified.

Getting to her shaky feet, not daring to close her eyes, she edged to where it had come from…the right wing, leading to the prop store and more dressing rooms. She passed the technician stand and stage director's post cautiously, creeping towards two slim yet tall doors. With trembling hands that she tried to steady, Lucy gently thrust the doors open wide. Her eyes cast around in the dimly lit corridor, more commonly known to both cast and crew as the "paint pot passageway" because, down to the right, paint pots, both full and empty lined the wall. The once whitewash wall was specked with many different colours of paint, like speckled eggs, it was a room for testing the many colours of paint stored in the building. To her left, there was no wall; it was just window, from ceiling to floor. Outside the world had turned a dark navy blue colour, the sun had long since been set. Soon it would be jet black. Outside, she could make out the outline of the prop shed, with its blue tarpaulin – covering most of the extra props - almost camouflaging into the night. Recomposing herself, Lucy tried to reason with herself that it was probably Jake, playing a trick on her.

Lucy came to a stand still at the prop store door, a hint of fear and apprehension in her amazingly dark blue eyes. Warily, she pushed it open; it complied with her pale hands and stiffly swung open a couple of inches. Lucy looked around the darkness before hesitantly flicking the light switch on. The lights spluttered into life, causing her dark-accustomed eyes to close suddenly and her body recoil slightly in shock. When she opened them, she saw absolutely nothing but the many props the theatre had collected over the passing years. Cursing with her own stupidity, Lucy pulled away from the heavy door, leaving the lights on; she ambled back up the paint pot passageway and into the right wing, finally onto the stage. Snatching up her script in a fluster of emotions, she jumped off the stage with a thump and into the aisle directly below. It was then she heard voices, whispers. There were about to or three of these voices floating towards her from the foyer. She froze, beginning to panic again. One voice seemed to have a commanding presence. Guardedly, she sidled up the right aisle headed for the closest door which led to the main reception area. Quickly, without thinking, she pushed the door open and stepped into the entrance room.

'Who are you?' the gruff voice of a Scots man called out to her.

Lucy's eyes widened at the sight of three people standing before her, two with guns trained on her slender frame, 'Lucy, Lucy Mae. I'm an actress.' She stuttered, close to having a heart attack at a tender age.

'You work here?' the Scot, with a halo of ash blond hair and piercing blue eyes which rivalled her own, said, lowering his gun.

'Yes, I'm supposed to close up tonight.' Lucy was still eyeing up his gun with significant worry.

'Have you seen anything strange?' the older man asked, carefully making his way to Lucy, gun beside his leg so as not to spook her.

'I heard something…it was like someone had knocked something over in the prop store, I checked there's nothing there…' she scowled, still watching his automatic, '…who are you anyway?'

'Government.' He muttered, flashing ID in her face before she snatched it off him.

Lucy's scowled deepened, 'Last time I checked, Civil Servants didn't carry guns-'

'We're not bloody Civil Servants!' he cried, looking offended, 'we're scientists…working in unison with the Home Office.'

She snorted, glancing over shoulder at the bleach blond woman, also with a pistol, and a jet black haired man who was curiously without one, 'Okay, as much as I doubt they trust scientists with guns, your ID seems…credible.'

'So, are you going to show me where you heard this noise?'

Lucy's eyes narrowed, and she noted the black haired man shivered at the sight, 'Fine, but you'll answer my questions.'

The oldest of the invading trio laughed, 'Of course, as long as I can answer them.'

She nodded in agreement, 'This way professor…' she checked his ID once again, '…Cutter.'

'Nick.' He said awkwardly catching her eye before he signalled for the other two to head upstairs from another doorway. They did as they were told and hastily left, the woman's automatic raised once again.

Nick was taken aback by her, it was her hair, he thought, which reminded him so much of Claudia Brown. She looked to be in her early twenties. It was her eyes, however, which made him note that she was a completely different woman. There was a pain in his heart as she led him back through the door she had entered through. Upon seeing her, Nick had first mistaken her for Claudia and then Jenny, all within a split second. Yes, it was her eyes which distinguished her from looking like either. Nick had never seen such a dark shade of blue eyes before, one which was so…visible, so…beautiful. There were times like this, when he mistook someone else for Claudia, or even Jenny, and Lucy was no exception. Despite the similarities, tiny things – like her nose, or the porcelain colour of her skin – made her entirely different to either one. And with a pang in his heart, he was reminded of Helen when those incredible eyes had narrowed so…suspiciously. Shaking his head, he emptied his mind of all the women who cause him such pain. He watched curiously as Lucy clambered onto the stage, then hold out a friendly hand.

'It's alright, I don't bite…much.' She grinned cheekily.

Nick liked her sense of humour, and yet again it was something that set her apart from Helen, Claudia and Jenny, 'I hope not.'

He took her hand and she heaved him up, barely breaking a sweat, still beaming, 'Right, this way then.'

It seemed to him that her suspicion had evaporated, that was except for the distance she kept between them. She led him down a curiously paint splattered hallway, until she reached a yellowing door and shoved it open. Light spilled out, causing him to frown.

'This it?' Nick scowled, trying to get his eyes adjusted.

'Yeah, doesn't look like there's anything wrong though…I just figured something fell over.'

'Believe me, nowadays, when things go bump in the night there's usually something else hiding in the shadows…'

Lucy raised an eyebrow, making an unknown reference to the "ghosts" of Kenton theatre, she said, 'Oh yeah? And who are you supposed to be? Ghost busters?'

PLEASE REVIEW, I'd love to know what you guys think so far.

GPR