Chapter 1
Three girls walked down the lamp lit streets of London. Each was smiling and laughing as they walked past the crowded and rowdy taverns on the way back to their hotel. None of them could have been more than 16, and neither appearance could have been more different from the last. The tallest of the three, had soft, long brown hair and blue eyes which were partly covered by her glasses. She wore tall shoes which increased her size even more so she was towering over her peers. She wore a faded denim shirt and a blue denim jacket over a white shirt. On her lips she wore maroon lipstick and glittery blue eye shadow covered her upper eyelids. Standing next to her was a rather small girl with short blonde hair; she also had blue eyes and wore a black and pink mini skirt, black high heels, a pink shirt and she had a pink jacket tied around her small waist. On her face she had applied purple eyes shadow and pink lipstick. On the other side of her stood a girl of average height; her hair was black and reached just below her shoulders. She wore a black skirt that went to just above her knees and a black off the shoulder sweater made of soft wool. On her feet she wore tall boots that went up to her knees and made her about an inch taller. Her lips were colored black and she wore dark purple eye shadow.
All three of the equally different girls were laughing as they entered the quiet lobby, and were immediately hushed by the receptionist. They all stifled giggles as the rushed over to the elevator and stepped in as the doors closed. br
"Jeannette! You're such a weirdo!" the brunette exclaimed to the pretty blonde. "I can't believe you threw your drink on that poor guy!"
Jeannette rolled her eyes. "Ashley, that guy was in his thirties and wanted to get me into bed!" They all broke into hysterical giggles again.
"But she's right, Jeannette," the dark haired girl said, "You ARE crazy!" she then covered her head with her hands to soften the blow as her friend hit her with her handbag.
"Mia!" Jeannette shouted. "You're meant to take my side!
Mia laughed. "I take no sides, I am a neutral country!" The other two girls laughed and their friends staged insanity.
Just normal girls, eh? Bet that's what your thinking 'bout now. But what kind of a story would this be if they were all normal? Where's the drama in that?
Mia smiled at her two friends as they exited the elevator. "I'll see you two tomorrow. She said as they headed to their separate rooms.
Jeannette suddenly groaned. "We're going home in three days! Back to school!"
Ashley laughed. "And back to Mrs. Longsdale-Cooper!" all three of them shuddered at the thought of their evil Social Studies teacher.
Mia rolled her eyes and said, "See ya'll in the AM." Before unlocking her rooms' door and going inside, shutting the door, and leaning on it. Once she heard the two doors of her friends rooms shut, she pushed herself upright and walked into her small bedroom. Once there she dug around in her suitcase for a pair of loose black jeans and replaced her skirt for that. She then took off her sweater and put a black long sleeved shirt over her bra. Over that she pulled on a dark jacket. She then moved over the window. She unlatched it quietly and slipped out the open window and onto the metal fire escape ladder. She quickly and silently ran down all 47 ladders to the ground floor. In the shadows of the alley he was waiting.
"'Bout time." A deep voice murmured from the shadows, and Mia turned to see a tall man of over 6 feet looking down at her. He didn't look more that 25, but the dark wisdom in his grey eyes showed other wise. His sandy blonde hair hung over his eyes and his face, though it was scowling, seemed perfect. He wore similar attire to her; dark jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket.
"Sorry, Sir," Mia replied formally. "The girls and I were at a party and it ran a bit late."
The man snorted. "Well that will teach you to keep the company of mortals." He said in a heavy British accent.
She shot him a glare. "With all due respect, sir, those mortals are my friends and I plan to stay in their company as long as possible."
"Well that time has run out." He said casually, turning to walk out of the ally, expecting her to follow.
Mia did no such thing. "WHAT!" she cried. "What do you mean?"
The man stopped and turned. "As you know, things have not been going well in the magical world." Mia nodded and he continued. "Though our kind choose not to get involved, it is now impossible to stand neutral in this war. We either stand against the Dark lord or we fight against him."
"And what do you plan for us to do, sir?" Mia asked.
"I plan to fight against him." The man said. "The Dark lord plans to wipe out all humans, and seeing as we prey upon the mortals and, dare I say, need them, I choose to help with their survival. But to do that we must leave, now." He turned to go again.
"NO!" Mia shouted. "I will not leave my friends, especially not now! You have no right to make me!"
He suddenly turned and with impossible speed, held her chin in his left hand. " Ihave every right to make you!" he said, quietly, but all the same frighteningly. "I am your Master, am I not? Who took you in when you were wondering the streets starved for blood? Abandoned by your maker? What would your friends say if they knew what you had become? I am your Master girl, learn to respect me!"
Red tears streaked down Mia's face. Her Master sighed and pulled her into a hug, letting her cry on his leaver clad shoulder.
"Sorry, love." He said, stroking her black hair as she slowing calmed down. "But you know how it is, times are hard and we're all on edge."
She nodded. "I'm so I'm so weak, Master." She murmured. "But I'm still getting used to all this."
"Yes, a year isn't enough time for you to get used to immortality." He released her and held her at arms length. "Now, are you coming?" he asked, and she nodded. "Then go back upstairs and get your suitcase and anything else you need."
Mia nodded again the turned and ran briskly up the fire escape and climbing through the still open window on the 47th floor. She stuffed clothes that had been dumped on the floor back into the grey suitcase and slammed it shut. She was about to leave when she remembered her guitar that she had left leaning again the wall. She quickly grabbed it and slung it over her back.
She jumped back out the window and landing on the ground next to her Master. "Ready now?" he asked.
Mia nodded. "Yes, Master. "
"Good, let's go then." he wrapped his arms around her again and she clung to his waist with one hand and to her suitcase with the other. Then she both rose into the night air.
