Disclaimer: Grace Night is my original character everyone else in the plot belongs to Derek Landy.

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Chapter one

It all happened rather quickly, Grace Night was her given name. Her mother and father died when she were young; thankfully she didn't remember much about them so the grieving process didn't last for very long. The strange thing was, Grace remembered more about their tailor than she did of her own parents, she did have reason to though. The man was covered in these horrific scars; he was strong and had a broad frame, but the scars in her opinion, were more beautiful than ugly.

Grace was eighteen years old; her amber red hair fell in subtle waves to the centre of her back, her eyes were sapphire blue and she was an average height but had a strong slim frame. For years she trained in combat and defensive arts, she always felt like something important had to be done with her life – it was the main reason she kept herself busy, she even took up free running. The adrenaline made her feel alive, leaping across buildings doing front slips and dives; it was freeing, satisfying.

Returning to Ireland was odd, Dublin seemed to be the same but most of her memories of the city were repressed, kept in the deepest darkest corner of her mind. Her parent's wrote a will a couple of years before they died, leaving her a considerable amount of money. For the past twelve years she lived in London with her adoptive family, they were lovely people but she never felt like she belonged with them and that was the reason why she returned back to Dublin. To try and find out where she did belong.

Grace settled into her new apartment in Haggard quite quickly, unpacking little things to make her feel more at home; photos and ornaments; that kind of stuff. The sky soon turned black and she was plunged into darkness, night time couldn't have come sooner as all she wanted to do was rest her aching body. With the journey over here and then having to haul all her furniture into her new home by herself, her energy was pretty much at rock bottom. The eighteen year old walked into her new bedroom, her thick cream carpet pressing between her toes, tickling her feet. As she climbed into bed she turned to switch off the lamp on the table beside her, a small book catching her attention. It was her mother's diary; she hadn't seen this in years. Grace always restrained from reading the hand written book, to be honest it terrified her and the fear of finding something that will cause a heart-warming memory of her childhood scared her, she didn't want to remember them. It would be too hard.

The morning sun illuminated her bedroom, bouncing off her large mirror on the opposite wall from the large window. Grace felt strange this morning, a tingling sensation could be felt in her finger tips and her head felt lighter than usual, as if she had just been hit in the face with a handful of feathers. She sighed, twisting herself to let her feet dangle a few inches above the floor; today was the day she would let herself loose in the familiar city. Perhaps she would see a friendly face or meet some new people willing to have a friendship with her. Though she wasn't too fussed about the friendship part, meeting new people would be a big enough step for her.

After she showered she changed into some skinny jeans and a thick burgundy jumper, it was autumn now and a slight breeze would cause you to shiver. Autumn however was her favourite season, the bursts of different shades of oranges and reds pleased the eye and the sound of crackling underneath your feet could be heard whenever a person stepped on a fallen leaf, it was a pleasant time of the year in her opinion. Grace pulled on her comfy brown boots and her parka, preparing for the cold that would hit her like a slap in the face as soon as she stepped out of the door.

When she did step out however, she shuddered; the tingling sensation in her fingers spreading to her wrists. What was wrong with her? Perhaps she over worked herself yesterday, with all the heavy lifting. She wouldn't be surprised if she pulled a muscle or something. Oh well if she wasn't on the floor writhing in pain, she didn't particularly care.

On the way to the buzzing centre of Dublin, she took a wrong turn down a rather… run down street. It's strange how an empty street can make you feel, normally she would carry on with her head held high but this street, there was something too familiar about it and that was the main reason why her hands were stuffed deep into her jacket pockets, her head low. As she neared the end of the street her legs stopped moving, her body was frozen on the spot.

"That… Shop…." Her voice was a whisper as she gazed at an abandoned tailor's store. Something about it made her heart ache and suddenly she found herself crying, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. Grace wiped her eyes and clenched her fists, shaking off the unexpected feeling of sadness. "Pull yourself together…" she muttered, stuffing her hands back into her pockets and walking down the street, why the hell was she crying about an old empty shop? The world was in a recession and there were hundreds of stores closing all across the UK, so why on earth was she crying about that one? She put it down to hormones, perhaps the move was putting a little too much unwanted stress on her shoulders and that was the reason of the minor emotional break-down.

Grace wasn't far off when she noticed a man walking towards her, she presumed her was walking in the other direction to her but that was until he started talking to her like he knew her whole life story.

"Grace Night… Haven't you grown?" The man was tall, strong and a he had a deep scar across his right cheek.

"Excuse me…?" She looked at him with confusion and tried walking around him, she didn't want any trouble; she didn't even know who this guy was so how does he know her name? Her attempt to walk away failed as the man got more agitated, extending his hand to grab her wrist.

"You don't remember me?" His Irish accent was quite strong; it caused her a while to understand what he said.

"Well judging from my reaction… I would say no, I don't recognise you." Grace tried tugging her arm free but it only caused his grip to tighten. "I suggest you remove your hand."

"And what are you going to do? Are you gonna give me another scar?" The man practically spat his last few words. He wasn't happy, she knew that from the beginning but what did he mean by giving him another scar?

"Are you on drugs? What the hell are you talking about?" Grace was really starting to get uncomfortable. Did this psychopath know who she was?

"Don't pretend you don't remember! How could you forget you stupid cow!" The stranger pulled her towards him, twisting her so she would be pressed against a wall.

"Please… I don't know what you're talking about!?" Grace pleaded, gazing into his dark brown eyes.

"You know what, I'm just gonna kill ya like I killed your parents." A smug evil grin spread across his ugly face and all she wanted to do was punch him.

"What? You… You killed my parents?!" Now she was angry, who the hell was this guy? He couldn't possibly have killed her parent's; they died in a house fire. It was completely accidental even the fire service said so. "My parents died in a fire… they weren't murdered…"

The man laughed so much she thought the vein in his neck was going to burst. "You stupid, stupid child! That's what they wanted you to believe, they put thoughts into your head but I killed them and I was going to kill you too but you slashed my face with a kitchen knife." He paused wrapping his hand around her throat. "Oh I have dreamt of the day that I get to kill you. It is a shame though, you have grown into a…" He paused looking her up and down while gripping her throat tighter; "A beautiful woman."

That was it, she needed to get away and fast but she couldn't move. She just found out her parents were murdered, everything she taught herself, the martial arts it was like she forget it all. "Don't…. D-do this…" she managed to say before he pressed harder, the oxygen had stopped going into her lungs and her vision was darkening.

"Go on; scream like your mother did when I cut out her heart…" The killer removed a pocket knife, flipping it up as it caught the sun.

All of a sudden the tingling in her finger's shot through her like an electric shock, awakening a power she never knew she had. Grace managed to bring her hands up, wrapping her fingers around his wrist tightly. "That… Was the wrong thing to say…" Vivid blue flames covered her hands and arms, burning his skin causing him to leap back screaming.

"Impossible…" The man began to curse and she walked towards him, twisting her body to send a strong kick into his chest, causing him to fly backwards and throw a shop window.

"You pathetic waste of space… Obviously you didn't learn your lesson the first time!" She roared, stepping over the broken glass. Thankfully for her the shop was also abandoned, otherwise she would have a major issue on her hands.

"Please…. Don't kill me! I was just following orders! My boss, it was him he sent me!" Without any warning the man clicked his fingers summoning a ball of fire.

"Crap…" Grace jumped to the side, sliding across the floor before sitting up. A black mark singed the space where she just stood and her eyes narrowed. "This is ending now."