Stars were burning in the blackened night sky, grey clouds drifted over the moon, and the freezing winter air, chilled everybody to the bone as soon as they left their houses.

Jade sighed as he shuffled the many papers on his desk together. It had been a long day with his client's case finally being settled. He hoped he never had a debt filled case like this one again. But that was all you did when you were a lawyer that dealt in debts and inheritance. Damn it, this did nothing to lighten Jades mood. He hated having to work overtime, all the time. Was it really worth staying till 11:30pm just for extra money? But then what else could he do?

Everyone else had gone home, leaving good hearted Jade to file the remains of the paper work. As he put the last file through he gave out a breath of relief, he could finally go home, then there was only tomorrow and he had Sunday off.

He pulled on his black Paul Smith jacket, picked up his car keys, turned out the light and headed downstairs.

Locking the door behind him, it was bitterly cold and Jade hurried so he could get to his car quickly.

"Hello baby, did you miss me?" asked Jade. He was of course talking to his car, his pride and joy. It even had a name 'Nightshade', who was a beautiful black Jaguar XJ. Jade warmed her up and put one of his many CD's on.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE WE ARE THE SHOCK OF EXISTENCE NOW, SOMETHING TO MISS, AND THIS GENERATION HAS BEEN FOUND, AND BROUGHT TO THE UNDERGROUND"

Crypt O' The Night blared out of Jade radio as he drove along the city streets to his home. They were relatively new to the music scene so not many people had heard of them. Jade had picked one of their CD's up by accident. Their lead singer was interesting, his hair, his make-up, and full-length tattoo sleeves…

Jade shook the thought off. Just because he liked the way this, this, (Jade glanced at the CD cover) Davey Havok, dressed didn't mean there was anything in it because there wasn't not by a long way. And if he started thinking like that, well, he wasn't up to admitting stuff about himself just yet.

About 15 minutes later, Jade pulled into his driveway outside his 5 bedroomed, 3 bath roomed detached penthouse. Jade loved his house, who wouldn't? But, it was lonely. He had no family, having left his parents when he was 16, looking for adventure in the big wide world.

Sometimes he wondered how they were. But then he wondered about everything. Nothing was simple and straightforward with Jade, there had to be an explanation and a reason for absolutely everything.

He unlocked his door, pressed the button on his answering machine which just beeped lazily at him and settled himself down onto his leather sofa, absent-mindedly flicking on the 52-inch plasma screen TV, the programmes slipping through his mind without leaving any real understanding. Eventually he just put on a random soap opera

Jade sighed, he should get to bed really, it was getting late and no doubt there would be another lorry-load of paperwork that needed doing tomorrow. It was so unfair, he couldn't remember the last time he had, had a real laugh outside of work with any of his mates. Even if he just had a crush or something that'd be good, it would at least give him something to think about. A picture of a man, with full-length tattoo sleeves and punk-rock clothing came dancing into his head.

Jade angrily shook it out, Davey Havok wasn't a crush OR a something. Half an hour of mindless soaps, beating up the cushion covers and wrestling with his brain later, Jade gave himself up as a lost cause and went upstairs to bed.