'S shame that there's hardly any Cassie P fanfics... oh well here's my contribution!

A/N: Original series NOT owned by me (sadly) but by Karen Chance. Little spoilers from other books.

- CHAPTER 1 -

I ran through the streets, feeling the air becoming harder and harder to breathe in. I for one was not planning to die here tonight.

There was nothing familiar about this desolate place at all; I even wonder whether I'm still in Vegas. I can wonder about that later because all I care now is to get the hell out of here. There was another screech of fury behind me and I pushed my legs further. Damn it why is it always me that gets chased?! To make matters worse, a fog was beginning to settle. I wonder to myself seriously whether I was imagining all this craziness from fiction overdose but the last time I even touched a fairy tale was… never? I couldn't care less because the creature decided to attack me instead of chasing me. I tried shifting but what do you expect, in a mad ridden place it's bound not to work. Trust my luck.

I pressed on, small pinpricks beginning to dot my darkening vision. This is why I hate being who I am; I'm the biggest most vulnerable target ever even though I get the so called 'greatest' powers. If there's a next life for me, I hope never to set eyes or ears to the word 'Pythia' ever again.

I cursed under my lack of breathe. The creature was gaining on me. Come on, wake up! Then suddenly I felt cold clammy hand-like grasp around my arms. I screamed as it devoured me.

I woke up in cold sweat, feeling the salt droplets rolling off my face slowly and onto my duvet. I blinked and picked up the cloth. It was so not a duvet. A piece of ragged material covered me waist downwards. Turning my head, I stared at my surroundings in shock. I was no longer in Dante's but some back street alleyway. I picked myself up carefully from the floor. None of my body parts cried out at me, for once. So I wasn't devoured after all. I leaned against one of the walls heavily as I caught my breathe back. It wasn't a vision at all nor a dream. I shivered at the last alternative, reality? Then another thought caught me, why in America was I here in an alleyway instead of at Dante's?

I stretched my brain and thought back. I had been in Dante's, much to Casanova's disdain and under Pritkin's order and Mircea's reluctant cooperation, to sort out a few… renting problems. It hadn't gone well considering that Casanova was already in a pretty pissed mood. I frowned as I remembered slamming my 'bedroom' door in his vampire face which hadn't looked good to begin with. And then… the sleep. Feeling my body wake up properly, I walked out of the alleyway and found myself gaping. Sadly I had been right, I wasn't in Vegas, I wasn't even in America. Though I know little German, I could sure understand what the hell 'Der Supermarkt' meant, even without the e. Crap, I was far away.

Hope you'll stay tuned to the next chapter as I get some food in my body XD