Prologue
Clea Rose began her day happily. She had woken to the smell of sunflowers and warmly welcomed the sun outside her window, which was a rare occasion in Ireland. She pulled on denim shorts and a tank top, hoping to be fortunate enough to get a tan. Her long golden hair fell in waves down her back and she smiled at her reflection as she left her apartment.
On her walk into the city she decided against her usual way in and went down an alley. No one else had gone this way. Everyone had opted to stay out in the sun, but she wanted to get into the city fast that day. "Hello, darlin' ", said the deep Texan accent that she knew so well. She stopped, sighed and turned to face him. "Billy-Ray Sanguine. What are you doing here?" , she asked with feigned interest. He leaned against the wall, "Just chillin', word on the grape vine is you've discovered your true name have become remarkably powerful. Like better than Darquesse and little Lord Vile powerful". She looked at him. "Your point?" He pushed of the wall,"no point. Just wonderin'..." "Well!", Clea clapped her hands together, "if that's it, I'll be on my way". She turned to walk away, but the placement of a pair of shackles on her wrists stopped her. Sanguine held the top of her arms and pulled her to him, so her back was against him. "You're coming with me", he said. She shook her head. "Nope" and she swung her leg high kicking him in the face. If her powers were bound she would have to rely on physical attack only. He grunted and swung a punch. She easily sidestepped but caught another in her stomach causing her to double over. He went to grab her but she quickly rolled away and pushed herself of the ground. He was gone. Next thing he was behind her, with his razor to her neck and an arm around her waist. "Oh great.." , she breathed as they lowered into the ground while he chuckled softly into her ear.