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Chapter 2

Maureen fumbled, trying to get her key card in the door. Finally, she heard the click of the door unlocking. She shoved it open with her foot, her arms filled with scratchy blankets and worn pillow cases.

"Your back," a voice called from behind her. She jumped, dropping her load on the floor.

"What are you doing here," she hissed at the figure sitting casually on her bed.

"I came to check in on you, Did you do what I asked?"

"Of Course," She replied already bored of the conversation. If she was going to have a surprise visitor it might as well be exciting.

"Are you sure?" He asked again. "I don't want any loose ends..."

"What are you so worried about?" she giggled "It wasn't even that hard." Why did he have so little faith in her?

"Maureen."

She rolled her eyes.

"I did what you asked Raphael, Camille is dead." she said It with no hesitation in her voice.

"Good," he said more to himself then to Maureen.

She didn't add that Alec had seen her. He would have freaked out, and then she wouldn't have gotten her money, which she desperately needed right now. Besides Raphael was always too cautious. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Where's my money?" she asked casually, trying to hide the enthusiasm in her voice. A small smile playing across his lips before he tossed a wad of cash at her. It, along with the fact that he had agreed to help her through he journey of becoming a vampire, he was the one who showed her the school actually, was the reason she had offered to helped him with Camille.

Maureen counted though all her money carefully, she was still skeptical that he had offered his assistance to her.

"It's all there," He told her, and it was. All ten thousand dollars of it. He had no reason to deceive her, yet. Though that didn't stop her from counting every bill

"Thanks," she said, not even trying to mask her excitement now. Ten thousand dollars was a lot of money.

"Of course."

"I kind of expected not to get all of it," She confessed.

"Now why would you think that?" he said with mock hurt.

Maureen only shrugged.

Raphael stood quickly from the mattress. The bed creaking as he did so. He just stared at her for a long time. His hands were casually stuffed in his pocket, but his eyes showed he was contemplating something deeply. Maureen turned her back on his watchful gaze. It always felt weird when he did this, like she was being scrutinized.

"I might need your help again," he said finally.

"When?" she asked, turning back to face him.

"I don't know."

Maureen nodded. All she could think about was more money in her hand.

"Tell me when you do," she added.

Raphael didn't say anything a he walked out the door. Leaving Maureen to pick up the bedding she dropped on the floor. She wouldn't need to use it for long. She was going shopping the next chance she got.

Hopefully the story will pick up the pace soon. I think it's off to a good start so far. I have so many Ideas I just can't wait! I will probably be adding some more tomorrow. Feel free to leave suggestions.

Yours truly,

Margret May.