So this is my first fan fic. I really don't know if it'll be any good but I thought I might give it a try, if it's like even a little bit I'll keep going. It's going to end up being a dark ending, well there is a good possibility. Anyways enjoy and please review =)

All I wanted was to be safe, once he left me safe was the farthest thing from my mind. I became the shell that I am now, but now instead of showing the emotionless women I am now I put on my happy face. I never got over losing him. I tried to move on but seeing as I became what he didn't want and had endless hours to like about it. being on your own sucks!

Still I am 22, forever frozen. Without any help from them I was able to become a part of society again, only staying for 5 or 6 years at any given location. I can barely pass for 24 but I get by. I have a degree in pyrotechnics and work for a few different small theaters. Working on the lights and the small explosions made me smile they were always beautiful. I'm not sure if anyone enjoyed them more than I did, also I loved watching the plays. Learning the lines were what keep me sane so I wouldn't fall back into thinking 'what is he doing?' I wished I could have the courage to go up on the stage but I guess that I will always be timid even though I no longer blush and I hardly trip anymore. Yet, I will never have the courage to get up there and preform.

I finally realized that I'm going to be late which never happened, I'm usually early for the first rehearsal of the day. The cast usually comes in to me on the stage looking out to the chairs mumbling lines from either the play we were working on making sure my timers are right or my favourite play, usually they could just hear me when I was saying the lines for the play we are working on at the time.

I shake my head and say aloud "Well, I guess it's time to go.." I grab my purse and head out of my apartment and hail a taxi. "We are going to the distillery district." I told the driver as I slipped in the cab.

"Sure thing," was all I got from him, well, that and a few stares in the rear view mirror.

I sighed and watched as we passed the streets, I loved Toronto. All the different people, the cultures all together, it was beautiful. It was hard with the amount of sunny days but with the subways and working in theaters it wasn't too bad. Plus I could walk with an umbrella with most of my skin covered in the sunniest days and I wouldn't get stared at too bad. My style had really changed over the years even Ali... guhhh I promised myself I'd stop thinking about them today! I can't get all depressed today's the opening night. Finally the driver pulled over I handed him a twenty and got out of the cab walking quickly to the theater.

Before I even got there I heard their voices, worried. Hm I wonder whats going on.. I pick up my pace and enter the stage and I see the director, Calvin. Worry is written on his face. This can't be good.

"There you are Scarlet!" he huffed out and came over to me. "I need a huge favour from you. My Juliet and her understudy were in a terrible accident and I need someone to play the part!"

I looked at him funny for a second... "I really don't think...." But he cut me off.

"Your perfect for the part, and I know you know all the lines to the whole play. I came in early one day and heard you saying the lines with such conviction. The words sound so beautiful. Please Scar, I really need your help I know your the best person for it."

"I guess so.." I mumbled and Calvin smiled a huge smile like he just won some big time award, I shrugged and started to walk off and then I turned around to Calvin, "But who's going to do the lights and effects for me, I won't have time to teach them everything, and I can't be in two places at once." I asked him hoping to get out of it.

"Oh don't worry about that. I over looked your notes they're flawless I'm sure I'll be able to run everything for you, seeing as your doing this for me.."

"Alright, if you insist." I start to walk off to myself all I can think is the show must go on. With that I got swept off to the costume room so any alterations could be done before the first dress rehearsal. The dress fit beautifully, nothing needed to be done, thank god. My hair was fixed and a little bit of make up was applied. I sat back and waited. I heard Calvin calling for all the actors to come out on stage for a minute. So they stopped working and I got up and made my way to the main stage.

Calvin started to speak, "So we are going to start from the begging now as everyone knows, Scarlet, will be working with us in the play until Michelle is able to play her role, we are going to go through everything as today is opening night and we are changing one of our leading actors, but I think Scar will catch on fast so that's it everyone to there respected stage sides and lets get this show on the road!"

Everyone went off to their places, I stood there for a second dazzled. Looking out to where the crowd would be tonight. I was lost in thought and the my 'Romeo' tapped my arm. "your supposed to be over here." he said quietly to me. I didn't know if he wanted me to play Juliet. Oh well. I went over to my side of the stage and waited. The lights went black expect for the blue house lights. I sighed today is going to be a very long day for me. I had to proclaim my love for someone that was not my Romeo, that would make this easier, I reflected. That will never happen just like the play my life was a tragedy. The curtain opened the lights went up and slowly the chorus goes out on to the center stage and the speak the word as I whisper the words with them..

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

Everything flowed so well. We kept going we finished and the stage hands were clapping so loudly. Calvin was making his way down to us.

"That was beautiful!" Was all he could say. There a silence and the he continued, "okay everyone, you have one hour for dinner and then I expect everyone here." The cast and crew said a bunch of hushed yeses and the likes. I was going to walk off but Calvin spoke up again. "Scar, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure." Was all I could say. We walked off the stage to the back stage area we took a seat in a few of the make-up chairs.

"So, I'll cut right to the chase, why have you never tried out for any plays Scar? I've worked with you so many times and the amount of passion you have for the theater is amazing." I couldn't answer right away. I was in awe, but a few seconds later I shock my head.

"I never thought I was good enough to be front and center. I've never liked the attention." I'm sure if I was human I would be as red as my new name. I guess that's why I chose it, to remind I was once human. I couldn't be who I once was.

"Oh." was all he could say.

"Look I really need to go and have some dinner before the show, I'll be back soon Calvin." As I left it was getting dark so I took off to find an area where I could find my 'dinner.' After about half an hour and two deer, I was done. I looked at myself to make sure I had not made a mess, which I didn't, and headed back to the theater.

I was early once I got there, only a few of the actors were back walking around nervously. I sank into my make-up chair so my face could be fixed. Time passed slowly but people started to come back from dinner. I slipped out my chair to go and put on my dress and shoes. I heard the audience start to enter to go the their seats. I could hear the chorus getting ready to set the stage for us. I sat backstage in my costume I should have been sweating but I wasn't saying the lines to myself. Finally it was the first scene I was in I hear the nurse call for me and I walk onto the stage.

"How now, who calls?" I say.

"Your mother," The nurse replies

"Madam, I am here. What is your will?" I ask.

The nurse and my 'mother' banter back and forth, everything seems to be going well, so I look out to see the audience and at first I'm blinded by the bright spot lights but my eyes adjust and I see them. Well more their eyes, I shift on stage and continue like nothing happened. The scene finishes and hurry off stage, I hope they didn't notice it was me. I mumble to myself , "Oh well, the show must go on."

Everything went well the only time I felt awkward was when I had to kiss Romeo but I made due and pretended it was my own personal Romeo. Once the play was complete the curtain draws a close and the audience erupted in applause the cast and crew made their way on stage for the final bow of the night. the curtain opens once again and we all take a bow, I here Emmett howling and I laugh to myself the other actors on either side of my look at me like I've lost my mind, I smile and head off stage.

Romeo, who's real name I believe is John, came up to me. "That was brilliant! They way you put all that emotion in the role, much better than my original Juliet" he said with a smile, I smiled back and tried to go off and hide. "Hold on!" He yells, "there's a cast party tonight you should come."

"I'll have to think about that." was all I said, as I walked off to go and change into my jeans and band t-shirt, a plain outfit but my normal standards but I didn't want to scare my fellow actors. After I changed I came out to find a pair of those eyes I found earlier looking around the backstage area. I know who they were looking for but I saw them before they saw or smelt me, and I took off running. I made it to the subway and they hadn't caught up with me yet and I knew the train was just about to take off so hopefully they wouldn't make this one. I smiled at this.

Finally, after two hours of traveling all over the city so they wouldn't be able to trace my scent when I went home. My mind was racing with so many unanswered are they here? Why now? What do they want? Is he still as alone as I am? Did they even bother to find out what happened to me? I shivered, I don't want to think about that, well, no I won't. I open my door and head straight for my room, my apartment was not big by any standard but it was a place for my things and especially my memories of who I was, under lock and key, the girl they knew died twenty years ago. I am now Scarlet Flynn.

"Gahhhhh! I can't stay here anymore!" I cry out. Just then my phone rings. "Hello."

"Hey Scar, it's Calvin."

"Oh hey. Whats up Cal?"

"Well first off I really didn't get time to thank you for your wonderful performance. Second I would like you to play the part of Juliet for the rest of the production. I know it's a lot to ask of you and all but I was stunned tonight. It was almost like you had to let go of your own true lo-" I cut him off.

"Thank you very much and that is a very generous offer, but I will have to think about that."

"Oh well then... hm, oh after the show you had some visitors looked almost like family but they got your name wrong," uh-oh "But I told them that there was no one that went by that name in our play."

"What was the name they asked about Cal?" I asked softly trying to get him to tell me.

"Bella something, I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"No reason Look I need to get going, I'll see ya tomorrow, ok Calvin. Give me the evening to think about your offer."

"OK, will do have a good-night Scar." I hung up before I could say good bye. I am angry, no that wasn't the right word I am vivid, beside myself. They have no right to step into my life now! I am so frustrated about this. Yes, maybe to do miss the little pixie, just a little. Maybe their still there waiting. I smiled I'm really glad I'm able to do this and then I thought about them and I was able to find there spark I was looking for. That's when I took off.