Ok i thought id do something different here...

All characters u reconise belong to L.J.Smith Kaitlin, Gavin, Delilah and Rosebelong to me

im disclaming now in case i forget later

Oh by the way for anyone hus read this before its no different i jus double spaced it to make it easier to read.u all no how hard it was before.

now on with th story...

Not Too Late For Love

Chapter One: Stormy Escapism

Kaitlin closed Witch Light after reading the whole Nightworld series for about the ninth time and wished that the stories did not leave so much to chance. The fourth wild power hadn't even been found yet!

There was a rumour that L.J. Smith was meant to be bringing out another book but that seemed a long time in coming. She just wished it wasn't so open ended. She couldn't deny that the Nightworld series was one of her favourites she was not by rule and principle a romantic.

Being romantic only meant you were hurt.

So to her the idea of having a soulmate and even finding them, the one person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life seemed laughable to her.

But they made a good basis for the series.

Kaitlin loved books and often wrote her own stories and often in her own put barriers in the way of the characters to make the story more interesting. Whether it did or not Kaitlin couldn't guess but that was the purpose.

She put the book back on the shelf and stared out the window. England in November was an interesting month. It was either windy or wet. There was rarely anything other. Today was no exception, expect it was stormy.

She was in the house alone and amazed to find that within the space of 10 minutes eleven o clock in the morning had gone so black it could almost have been mistaken for eleven o clock at night.

Her parents and her brother were out shopping for her brother's 21st. Kaitlin despised anything to do with shopping and had decided to stay home.

She wasn't sure if that was a good idea now though. The storm was right over her house and it was so dark she had ran through the house almost tripping over Jules her placid red setter on the way.

When the lights were on she returned to her room and picked up her next venture. Another book fit for escapism. Vampires, witches and magic being her favourite source of escapism.

She was just getting into it. (The vampire hunter had just staked a vampire) when the sky was spilt by a huge white flash of lightning hitting an electrical cable further up the road and a roar of thunder almost over her head and the lights went out.

Kaitlin screamed in shock.

Then felt stupid.

That had never happened before.

There had never been a storm strong enough to make it so. But this storm seemed to be the exception.

When she had finally got her breathing back to normal she listened for a moment and if it was possible the rain seemed to have gotten heavier in those few seconds. The rain was pounding against her window and seemed to be bouncing off her drive

. The street was no longer a street but a running river.

She sat back on her hunches, on her bed were she was perched. She had no idea how long the power would be off and did not really like the idea of spending an hour or so in the dark.

So she grabbed her mobile off her desk and headed down into the kitchen for the candles. As she walked through the house she tried to reach her parents or her brother on both her mobile and the house phone.

There was nothing on either. This strengthened Kaitlin's belief that the flash had been the lightening hitting the phone lines. And as for the mobiles. Well if the weather was enough to knock out the power then it was enough to disrupt a mobile phone.

She sighed. She was on her own for the time being.

She raked around in one of the drawers in the kitchen and brought a candle from the living room and lit it.

The flame danced as the wick caught. It cast eerie shadows up the walls. Kaitin smiled. It was not the dark that was to be the feared it was the things in it. The things that made their life in the dark. The things that went bump in the night. They were the things to be feared not the dark itself.

In fact Kaitlin loved nighttimes. She was insomniac half the time and so saw more of the night time than many. She liked to slip out of the house and ride her motorcycle.

Freedom.

In every sense of the word.

She smiled. She carried on up into her room. When she got there she nearly dropped the candle in shock.

Her room was glowing an eerie blue colour.

Her bedroom was alive with it. She edged into her room and placed the candle on her desk. And looked around her room. It was almost as if her room had become part of the ocean. It was that deep blue colour of the Pacific Ocean. She immediately looked outside but it was so black outside she knew there was just no way that was possible.

She started to look for the source of the blue light and was dumbfounded when she realised that it was, in fact her bookshelf. The books were glowing blue. A vivid, electric blue.

She didn't have a clue what was going on but one thing she knew was that there was something strange going on here! She knew she shouldn't be touching those books.

But something was drawing her closer. She picked up the nearest to her. Witchlight. And it started to glow brighter and brighter and burned her hand. She yelped and dropped it. If fell onto the floor and the pages began to turn. Faster, faster and faster until they were too fast for her to see anymore.

Kaitlin watched with a strange sense of amazement. This was far too strange to be real yet it didn't frighten her. Magic was at work here. Magic of the strongest kind. The good kind.

Suddenly the pages stopped turning and glowed a blazing gold that blinded her. Stars danced before her eyes and she felt herself lifting from the floor.

"Oh My God!"

She screamed she watched as her room began to dissolve around her with a growing sense of panic and then she blacked out.