My life is a hell of a mess. And that is saying a lot. Who am I? What is my story? Are those the questions you should really be asking yourself? Would you really like to know who I am? Would You? Seriously? OK, you asked for it. But don't say I didn't warn you. Because after all, this is my immortal life.

My name is Darlene Turner, I'm 18 years old, or I was at the time of my death. Oh yeah, probably should have told you that I'm dead. Well there it is. I'm dead, end of story. I live in modern day New York City. I'm a woman of taste. Don't ask me why I chose New York. It's something I do.

I'm getting ahead of myself. I suppose you want to know my story. My whole life story. There's not much to tell really. Other than the fact I work as a private eye, investigating the cases in the strange and supernatural. Yes that is an actual job. Although most of the police here choose to ignore that little side of New York.

My home is filled with many mystical creatures, Warlocks, Vampires, Werewolves and Fairies (they prefer to be called Fae) and they all try to get along as peacefully as they can. But not as often as I'd like. Most of the time I'm often doing many cases for them. Such as solving murders, catching the occasional rogue Vampire, you know that usual work.

But today, would prove to be my most unusual case yet. Why that is? I don't know, but things would soon get a hell of a lot more interesting. Particularly with my life. My name is Darlene Turner, and this is my immortal life…..


THE IMMORTAL LIFE OF DARLENE TURNER

BOOK 1: Dead Girl Walking


Chapter 1: A Normal Day at the Office


My day, as it normally did. Started out pretty average I guess. My apartment was not all that great to look at, it was an old building in a surburban area of Manhatten. Nothing much, but it was home to me. And that was just about the best thing for me. I am that type of girl. The room I was living in was not much, but like I said. It was home to me. There was one flaw in this I had to put up with.

Some of my neighbours in the room across from me, they were constantly arguing everyday. And that was annoying, so much so that I had to put headphones on and listen to music just to block out the sound of them shouting as loud as they can.

I didn't live alone though, no, I lived with my roommate and best friend. Sara, she was the one who looked out after me, and that was partly why, I enjoyed living my apartment. Sara was unlike anyone I had ever met before. And yes, she was completly human. Nothing special about her, the supernatural beings had a word for that, but I didn't dare use it. It would offend her.

"At it again are they?" Asked Sara when she entered the room. "You know, Darlene, sometimes I can't stand them" I smiled at her and then looked at her. Sara was 20, 2 years older than me. And that was something, as she aged, I would still stay the same. And even though she was one of the rare few who knew my secret. And believe me. There were very few people who knew it. The ones that did consisted largely of my enemies. And trust me, being a private eye who dealt with the weird and supernatural, you tended to get a lot of enemies. Particularly Vampires.

"I know" I sighed. Tired of the constant arguing, I mean you would have thought that the architect for the building would come up with some better walls, no, they didn't. The walls were so thin in my apartment that you could literally hear, the entire conversation. But I chose to ignore it, for you know reasons "I could just kill them sometimes"

Sara chuckled st this as she was the only one that really understood my sense of humour. And that was the one way I could describe her. She was short, and she had thin brunnete hair. She had startling grey eyes, that almost looked like the sun, and even with those eyes, she still was the most nicest person that you would ever meet. She was wearing a yellow tank top, and grey trousers that she wore with dark black shoes. And whilst she wasn't great on fashion. She still was about as reliable. So if you needed her for anything, she'd be there.

"Huh" Sara said once the arguing had stopped "that took a little less than I thought it would"

"Yeah" I said mostly out of relief, I thought I would have to put up with it for at least two more hours, oh well just an ordinary day for them I suppose. "Anyway" I said trying to change the subject "do anything intersting at work today?"

Sara worked as a lawer for a nearby company, that dealt in losses in valuable objects. She mainly worked for rich scumbags who couldn't care less about anything other than money "no, it's always the same"

"You should really start considering a new line of work" I pondered, but Sara couldn't cope with being brought into my line of work. Maybe a job at the police station? She could be my eyes and ears. "Maybe police work?"

"Maybe" she sighed "but I don't think I'd like it there, and I definatly couldn't be brought into you're world, Darlene, it's too much for me" she smiled and looked at me strangely I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about.

"What?"

"Nothing, shouldn't you be starting you're work now?"

"Oh" I said realising that it was time for me to start working "well, I guess time flies when you're having fun"

"It sure does" Sara said still smiling "I'll catch up with you later"

"Same here" I said happily, and with that, I put my red leather jacket on and went to work, on my way to the supernatural world of New York City, a normal day at the office for me. Darlene Tuner.