I do not own any of the characters and will never own any of the characters. Cassandra Claire owns the characters and will always own the characters.

Takes place after City Of Lost Souls.

"This is your room," the woman gestured to a door on her right.

Maureen used her key to open the door "1212." The room was small, but larger than most she supposed. There were two beds on either side on the room and a desk at the foot of each of the beds. Maureen figured she wouldn't be taking up a lot of the closet or dresser space, since she hadn't had a lot of time to pack het things. She set her suit case down with a thud. She claimed the bed farthest from the door, on the left side of the room.

The cool night air leaked through the open window an kissed her cheek, though it didn't bother her in the least. She quickly rushed over to close it, in case she forgot in the closed, the heavy blinds would be enough to keep the sunlight out. She was still trying to get used to the not being able to go outside during the daylight thing. She had only turned three months ago and the experience had been some what traumatizing. She wondered what would have happed to her if she hadn't been found. Maureen shuttered at the thought of it.

"I hope you find everything here is to your liking," Maureen spun around. As if just remember she wasn't alone.

"Oh yes," Maureen said sweetly "Thank you."

"Well if that's all I'll be leaving now. Are you sure you don't have anymore things?"

"That's all of it." she gestured and the suitcase on the bare mattress.

"Well just call if you need anything."

Once she was alone Maureen started unpacking. Her life was so different than it was only a few months ago. If someone had told her then that she would be attending a school for fledglings after Simon had failed to rescued her and she was turned into a vampire, she would have laughed in their face. It all felt so surreal. Though, even she had to admit it was pretty exciting.

Maureen loved being a vampire. She could do what ever she wanted! Not to mention the newfound strength and speed that had come with turning. Living off blood for the rest of her life would be worth it. She let out a sight of contemptment as she flopped down on her bed. Only then remembering that it was still bare. She walked down the hall to the front office to see if they'd have any extra she could use until she somehow got her own.

Well there goes the first chapter of the story! I apologize for it being so short. I'll probably just be laying down the plot for a while, But trust me, It will get better! Right now I think I'm going to be doing the whole story from Maureen's POV, but who knows. Also feel free to leave suggestions, though I have a pretty good Idea of how I want the story to turn out.

Yours Truly,

Margret May