Hello old readers! Welcome new readers!
Yes, I've decided to do a sequel to Iron & Wine and here it is *YAY*. You don't have to have read the prequel to this, but it does help It's on my profile – obviously – if you want to read it :D

Anyway, I shall begin with my newest fanfiction :

Our Endless Numbered Days

Enjoy!

Preface

It was strange that I should think of him today.

Maybe it was all of the Texan accents, plaguing me wherever I went in this town. Jasper should be the last thing on my mind today, I thought, and shook my head in annoyance. I touched Iris through the thick material of my dress, hidden in a belt at my waist, for reassurance. I'd been tracking two vampires for a week now - mates, by the looks of them - and tonight was go-time. I'd broken into their prairie house only yesterday, and I'd found the note in a diary on the kitchen counter. Apparently, the two of them were attending a performance in the town theatre. Lucky, then, that I'd managed to snag myself a ticket. Of course, it helped that I'd been wearing a rather seductive shade of red lipstick that day. I wondered if the old man selling tickets really had had a heart attack...oh well. He certainly wasn't around tonight as I'd walked in, my body sheathed in an expensive, black lace gown that hugged my body and matched the black hair falling to my back in polished curls. I think, out of everyone, I was more likely to be mistaken for a vampire tonight that the two genuine articles.

Where are they? I asked myself, scanning the dining room. The performance wasn't set to start for another few minutes, but from here I could see everyone who entered. I sipped the glass of champagne that sat amongst the white tablecloth – Egyptian cotton by the feel of it – but I'd ordered no food, waving away the eager young waiters who'd rushed to serve me. I found that my fights often went better if I did them on an empty stomach.

"Finally," I quipped quietly as the two immortals walked in through the front doors. I stood up, throwing the money for the drink onto the table as I strode from the room. My heels clicked against the tiled floor, before being muffled against the carpeted stairs as I tailed the two vampires. It wasn't hard to tell them apart from the mortals; heck, even the humans in here could see that. They were both a deathly white colour, and I was sure that they had their red eyes carefully averted from any human's gaze. The girl was small with short hair, reminding me fleetingly of Jasper's wife, Alice, although this vampire's hair was smoother and a pale blonde colour. The male wasn't particularly striking, especially for a vampire, with white-blonde hair and a lean physique. Not as tall as Jasper, I thought.

No, Morgana! Stop. Thinking. About. HIM.

I shook my head, clearing my mind as I followed the two vampires into the gallery. I showed my ticket to the attendee, and was shown my seat, a few rows above my targets. Now all I had to do was watch the damn play – whatever it was – before I could sink my teeth (metaphorically, of course. What do you take me for?) into some action. The lights dimmed, and I removed the binoculars from the front of my seat. Rather than watch the play as it began, I found myself glancing down at the two vampires.

The familiar rush was sparking in my veins. I was ready to kill.

...

Believe it or not, I'd actually enjoyed the performance. It turned out to be a kind of Southern play, but it was pleasant and almost made me forget about my real reason for being here. I was soon reminded though as the two vampires stood, and swept out of the room - smiling at each other and holding hands - that I wasn't here to relish in the local culture. It maybe should have saddened me to know that I was going to kill the happy couple soon, but once I was in the mindset of a hunter, I had little time for such petty emotions. The vampires swept down the winding corridors within the theatre, heading away from the exit, subconsciously drawn towards the scents I'd left here yesterday, and soon, I found us to be alone. Perfect. I turned, as I'd planned, and punched the fire alarm on the wall. The vampires paused as the bell chimed, and I ducked down to reach under my dress to pull out Iris. Taking it to my finger, I cut into the skin. The reaction was instant as my blood was drawn. The two vampires span around, eyes flashing. They saw how we were alone – how every human would at this moment be moving towards the exit, in the completely opposite direction.

So far so good. I shook my finger, sending droplets of blood flying around me. The vampires glanced at each other, and I saw the agreement pass between them. Before they could move, I ran. My gown flew out behind me as sprinted back towards the auditorium. They were a little behind me, revelling in the hunt, as I darted into the now empty gallery. I turned and hid behind the door as they burst in. Taking my chance, I elbowed the male in the face. He flinched, and I drove my elbow down between his shoulder blades. I had the element of the surprise, and I had time to knock him away, before the female leapt at me. I caught her fist, and twirled Iris, before plunging it into her shoulder. She shrieked, and I reared back before kicking her in the shoulder, pushing the blade even further in. She yelped as she fell back. Her mate came at me, but I'd already darted away. I ran along the bottom aisle of chairs, as the blur of the male vampire ran parallel to me, further up. Suddenly, he dove down at me, taking me by surprise. He hit me so hard that I crashed against the bar, only we didn't stop. We both went too far, and I felt myself tip over the balcony. I let out a cry as we fell over the edge. I reached for anything to stop my fall, and to my great fortune, I grabbed hold of a light. The vampire, however, wasn't so lucky. He dropped to the ground, roaring the entire way, until he crashed into the chairs below. Sadly, he'd survive this fall. I, on the other hand, may not. Or at least, I'd be too injured to defend myself against two very angry vampires. I clung to the light, and tried to swing myself up.

The screech of metal, and the jolt almost sending me falling, made me gasp in fear.

I looked up, "Crap."

Obviously, the light wasn't built to hold my weight, and the screws holding it to the balcony were slowly pulling away. A little more desperate, I let go with one hand, and tried to reach for the bar. I stretched my hand out. Almost there. My fingertips were brushing the metal.

Snap

Without warning, the light gave way.

I gasped, and pure fear, pulled together with the inescapable feeling of falling, gripped me.

But that wasn't the only thing to take hold of me.

As I went to grab at another light something grabbed me first, clinging to my wrist as the light scraped past my body, crashing to the floor moments later. Breathing hard and fast, I looked down at the wreckage. I'd probably have ended up in a similar way had I fallen. My thoughts turned to the tight grip on my wrist, and I looked up, recognising the cold touch, and wondering why on Earth the vampires I'd just been trying to kill would save me.

Oh...that's why...

"Hey, long time no see." I greeted, as I dangled in the air,

"Morgana, what on Earth are you doin'?" Jasper asked.

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Haha, wow, long preface...

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