Chapter 1

When the Devil is too busyAnd Death's a bit too muchThey call on me by name you see,For my special the Gentlemen I'm Miss FortuneTo the Ladies I'm Sir PrizeBut call me by any nameAny way it's all the same

The loud click click click of heels was the equivalent to warning bells to anyone who knew the way the world really worked. The people scattered as they heard it, and with good reason.

A few seconds after the sound had started, a woman rounded the corner in the over rated, and disliked school. A woman that held herself impeccably straight and proud, with a confidence that few had, and those that did soon lost it when there eyes met her steadily approaching figure.

She had her favourite midnight blue heels on, over a pair of black stockings, of which the top could just be seen on slender yet strong legs under a black denim mini-skirt that hung around her hips. A tight, black tank top showed a flat stomach leading up to a teasing amount of cleavage, a blue sapphire set on a dainty silver chain around her neck. Her bare arms were toned, as was the rest of her. On her left arm, was a celtic band, with blood rose hanging off of it, the stem woven in to the intricate design. On each wrist was a black bandana tied around the wrist and crossing the back of her hands, and each palm, separating thumb from fingers. Each nail was painted a blue that was the same as the jewel around her neck. Her lips were painted a dark red, almost black, and held no emotion, as did her piercing blue eyes, the colour of bright blue coral, with a thin outline of black liner, and an amount of black eye shadow. Thick wavy curls of black hair framed this alabaster face, and fell down to her hips lightly, looking both carefully groomed while hanging casually.

However, as stunningly celestial as she was, there was something about her, something that made everyone think that they should suddenly not do what ever they had planned, and that running and hiding somewhere unknown was a much better plan.

But even if they did, she would find them. You could not run from her, you could not hide. And somehow, they knew this. They knew that they couldn't run, couldn't hide. But most of all, they knew they couldn't fight. They simply had to accept it, and avoid it at all costs.

If she was there, then that meant that those in power were bored, and needed some entertainment.

You see, those who watch the world go by, were really just another group of beings. Another group of beings that were immortal, and could watch the whole of reality go by in a blink, or go back to one moment and play it again and again and again, for ever if they wanted. But of course, watching everyone else live, and only watch got boring.

Humans would write to the people in charge of what was on the televisions to make changes, while they sent her.

She was sent to spice things up, so to say. To make something unexpected and difficult happen to one or more people.

It wasn't difficult, humans were such temperamental creatures. Easily offended, easily angered. She had once questioned whether she should feel any remorse, or regret for the things she did, but to her it was simply a game. She was given complete power, and only had to promise that her existence would be interesting.

She usually did what she wanted, sometimes took things a little far, and generally messed about with peoples lives. For her it was fun. For her it was a game.

So when she was given a dream that things had gotten repetitive, yet again, she decided to try out something new. Something she hadn't done before.

She decided to try out school for a bit.

And so, knowing the type of people that usually occupied small town, she thought to go to Forks, Washington.

And she was going to have fun. She was going to play her game.