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Yes this does contain your favourite Twilight characters (canon).

No I can't give away free candy. But if I could, I would!

Also: I am not going to beg for reviews, but I am going to beg for you to tell me your suggestions and anything you hate so I can correct it.

But honestly, you don't have to tell me how much you love it for the sake of it. I will still be your friend. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to become a spri. xD

Motomious' POV

London, 1923

It was the fortieth year since I had died, and still I had not…understood it.

Or maybe decipher it was the right phrase.

This riddle of why…my heart kept beating.

Why, although I have a gravestone, although that blow was fatal, I was still…alive.

Well, alive to an extent. I am a spri.

Due to some misfortune, or gift, as the others call it. I am what a human would call a zombie or a ghost.

But I didn't mope around haunting humans for my past, or jump around in graveyards with my limbs rotting away, as their fairytales told.

I had a family. Not with a mum and a dad and me being the 16 year old kid.

A family in spri terms. A family which provided me with a job.

My job was to introduce the newly born spri into this supernatural world.

I was there to explain their purpose, why they were like me.

Still, I couldn't answer the question, how come they could complete their task in a matter of years, and yet it has been decades and I still don't understand my own "Key to Death", as my family so kindly phrased it.

I was walking, doing my perfect, polished acting of a human. Remembering little things; for example: walking instead of gliding; not walking through solid objects and the golden rule; never be discovered by humans, and never ever be discovered by those who can see us by free will.

Humans can see me, but only if I want them to. As my human appearance is very strong, I always let the humans around me to see me.

However there is one type of human we cannot avoid; psychics.

I don't mean the ones you find in county fairs, claiming they can tell you your future lover. The extreme ones, the ones who can actually move our whereabouts. They understand us too. They know what we are here for. Some can even tell us what we must do to become free.

I have often dreamed of finding one of these humans and asking what my destiny is, why I am here. But I am a coward. I am too scared to even think of one at times. I have heard the horror stories of fellow spri, but at the same time, I have heard the miracles.

My senses began to take over me. I could sense death; a small girl, maybe as young as 9. I could also sense blood; she must have suffered fatal injuries; and the humans surrounding her, no doubt doctors and family and other nosey curious humans.

But I could sense something else; danger; evil: …vampire?

I knew there were no vampires around here, I'd never met one in person, but I'd seen a few in the more hidden areas I'd lived in.

I waited for the humans to leave and then I would follow standard procedure: head to the morgue, find the new spri, introduce myself, take her back to my home and introduce her to this new world. When she had adjusted, I would let her go her own way.

Same as every other time in my few decades.

I began to make my way to the morgue. I crept through the wall.

She was standing there, perfectly, against a wall. Staring at me.

I decided to make the first move.

"Hi, I'm…", I hesitated. "I'm Tom."

"Hello, I'm Scar." Her voice was like a song. She then put on a concerned face. "Why am I still alive, yet no one can see me?"

I smiled. "Well, that's what I'm here for."

She edged closer, as if she was frightened of me, but became more relaxed.

"First, I need to know," I began, putting on my most professional voice, "How old are you?"

"14", she replied, a little uncertain.

14? She was so small and fragile looking. I made a quick mental note to beg my "mum" to prepare a feast for the newcomer.

I couldn't help but notice my senses kept on telling me she was dangerous.

"Follow me, I will take you back to my home and explain."

She gave a small nod and followed me.

I decided that we'd just walk and I'd explain the basics and we went towards the house.

I began explaining what we were and why and all the other small details, which she grabbed on to very quickly, she was obviously intelligent.

We walked through a thick crowd of people, and I noticed she began to look pained.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm not sure. Do you feel like that when you see other people?"

"Like what?"

"Like a burning in the back of your neck, like a thirst."

"No, I don't", I said hesitantly.

Maybe she was a vampire. But she didn't look like one. She had tan skin and deep brown eyes. Wait, no they're purple. Did they just change blue?

"You're eyes. How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make them change colour like that?"

"I didn't know they changed colour", they merged back to purple as she looked confused.

Interesting, I thought. There were legends of course, of the Vampirespri.

But that was a stupid thought. It was a legend.

I went back to explaining in more detail, and again she listened intently.

As we got closer to home, the sunlight began to shine.

It was only when I stopped talking I noticed. I stared at her. Impossible. She was...shining?

I began to take in more details. She had short black hair which naturally fell to her face in delicate curls, her strange eyes were beautiful and large and where the sunlight touched her skin…

"Tom, I think I need to go off on my own. Something's strange."

At those words I felt sick. I wasn't sure why, I'd barely known her for half an hour.

She gave me a small smile and began to set off.

"Promise me we'll meet again."

"I promise." She replied, with a larger smile, which looked more apologetic.

There were two thoughts running around my head.

First; I was in love without a complete stranger.

Secondly; that complete stranger only had word to describe her.

Scar was different.