Hello! Well, fancy seeing you here!
So, I couldn't wait to start another multi-chapter fic, and here it is.
This is a sequel to Cold Obsidian Eyes, and as such will also be written in 221B format. If you haven't read COE I suggest that you do or this won't make too much sense :P
I hope to update daily, but knowing real life it may occasionally get in the way.

In the darkness of the Vauxhall arches a thin, emaciated figure stole quietly away from the huddle of the homeless and made his way across the river to the Embankment and Charing Cross.

Pulling his thin jacket around him and tucking his head down against the late autumn winds the teenager's feet carried him swiftly away from the river, his eyes scanning the passing crowds, his head turning occasionally to check that he wasn't being followed.

Theatre goers and early Christmas shoppers mingled as they crowded the pavement on Oxford Street, and in the hustle of the crowd he almost missed his shadow.

Staying at the edges of the crowd the larger man kept pace with his target, slowly closing the gap between them, not close enough yet to put his orders into action.

Fear trickled down the younger man's spine, a chill that had nothing whatsoever to do with the time of year, and as he realised that the crowd cover was thinning out he took a chance and darted down a dark alleyway away from the Christmas lights and into the shadows, running for his life.

He almost made it.

As his feet pounded the backstreets towards Centrepoint Kallie was waiting, watching horrified as he appeared to trip over nothing, falling, the back of his head red with blood.