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Lies

Chapter 3

Lost from within and pursuing the end

I fight for a chance to be lied to again…

John crashed to the ground but luckily he landed on his feet before rolling over to the side, avoiding the creature lunging towards him. He pointed his silver Anti-vampire gun towards it, the nuzzle aiming directly at the vampire's heart, he pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet went straight through the vampire's torso, turning it to dust as soon as the bright flame engulfed it.

He grinned in satisfaction before standing up, dusting off his white waist coat. His eyes scanned around the empty street, searching for any more of the blood suckers but there weren't any more. Sighing, he slipped his gun back in the holster on his hip and turned around, walking back the way he came… however, all of a sudden, he felt several sharp claws sink into his back. He cried out in pain and grabbed whatever was on his back by the shoulders and tossed it in front of him, watching as the vampire crashed to the ground, its neck going crooked. Letting out an inhuman wail, it immediately got up and that's when John noticed that it was a male vampire…so that meant…

A pair of massive black leathery bat wings sprouted from the vampire's back and it immediately went airborne, flying up in the air at incredible heights. John's blue eyes widened as he snapped his head up to follow the vampire as it was now just a black spec in the air. He reached towards his hip and pulled out the silver gun again before aiming it towards the black dot in the sky. He closed one eye, trying to focus and get a good shot of the flying vampire. His index finger tugged at the trigger yet again and another silver bullet zipped through the air, flying towards his target. He grinned to himself when he heard a shrill scream erupt from the vampire in the air and watched as the black spec fell from the sky and plummeted towards the ground.

He sprinted towards it when he heard a loud crash from somewhere in the deserted street. He skidded to a halt when he noticed that the vampire was still alive. He was sprawled out on his side, his large black wings flopped over his limp body. John's blue eyes landed on a large wound on the vampire's wing and it was gushing with blood. The vampire's glowing red eyes looked towards John and a furious scowl marred his pale face, he hissed at John's direction, baring his long sharp fangs, telling John to stay back though John knew that the vampire was helpless. John didn't turn back, he just pointed his gun at the creature and fired, ending the vampire's life as it was enveloped in a bright blue flame.

He turned around, his back facing the combusting vampire and he strolled back down the empty street, his slightly heeled shoes clicking on the hard wet ground. He dusted off his waist coat again as he walked, smiling to himself as he got yet another day of vampire hunting over and done with. Vampire hunting actually felt good to John, not only was vampire hunting an exciting thing to do, but it felt good to know that he was protecting the people in London from the blood sucking monsters. Hunting vampires was his life, yeah sure the Victorian government were a little stubborn when it came to believing the fact that vampires actually exist, but John knew that the public knew of the existence of vampires and tried to make them feel safe by exterminating them….

He ran a hand through his short light brown hair and adjusted his tail coat, buttoning it back up so he looked presentable again, his hair was a little ruffled but he was glad that he didn't stain his outfit too much. He had lost his top hat long ago while he was too busy fighting a really quick vampire but he didn't worry about it too much, he had plenty of top hats in his wardrobe and if he ever ran out, he had great amounts of money to purchase a lot more. He adjusted his leather gloves, pulling them down so they covered up any part of his exposed wrists but then a voice made him stop in his tracks…

"I see you're going on your little 'vampire hunt' again Cena."

John noticed that the voice came from the other side of the narrow street and he turned towards the direction of the sound and found a tall bulky man with very dark brown hair that was slicked back. He smiled politely towards the man and approached him before replying,

"Ah Mr Barrett, London's favourite and the greatest constable of the city, now what brings you here?" he asked keeping his voice as smooth and as respectful as he could. Barrett smiled toothily at him before walking closer.

"Patrolling the street is a usual duty of mine and I see that I've crossed paths with you yet again…I have to inform you of something, but first, why are you here? I bet that you are probably searching for those 'vampires' that you speak of so much." Barrett answered with a mocking tone, this didn't faze John in the slightest, he still just kept that friendly, dimpled smile on his handsome face.

"Why of course I'm out hunting vampires, but seeing that a constable like yourself is so saturated in Her Majesty's government's beliefs, you certainly would not understand my job in this world."

"Well of course no one is going to believe your little fairy tales Cena, it's no use brain washing London's civilians with your rubbish that you call 'salvation from the devils that walk the earth'" Barrett spat, his tone going from mocking to being filled with rage.

"Well the evidence of vampires' existence will soon come to your grasp my friend and then you'll see what I mean when I say that devils walk the earth," He shifted his weight, his tongue subconsciously going towards his canines which were a lot sharper than normal canines. John knew what he was, and what he was speaking of was something he was himself…He knew that he was a vampire hunter who was also a vampire but he couldn't change that fact… "Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me? I'm sure it's not a coincidence that we so happen to cross paths in the same deserted street at the same time."

"You are correct, I am here to inform you that Mr Mizanin wishes to have a word with you, it has been a while since you have spoken to any of the ministers and he would like to present something to you." Barrett explained.

"Present something to me? Well what a treat, are you willing to escort me to the Houses of Parliament?" John asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared into Barrett's blue eyes.

"Well of course, follow me."

It took quite a bit of time for John to get inside the Houses of Parliament thanks to the air tight security. It was frustrating to say the least but when John finally made it inside, he had to leave the frustration behind and be at his best for Michael Mizanin: One of the highest ministers in England, he was literally the one man who brainwashed the entire government and even the Queen herself into believing that vampires do not exist despite the fact that the evidence couldn't get any more obvious. Mizanin just refused to believe that vampires didn't exist and John didn't know why, Mizanin was a very disturbed man, every time vampires have been mentioned in a conversation, he would always show signs of disturbance and fear and would always change the subject. John had been wondering why the subject of vampires shook Mizanin so much for a long time, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He strolled in, brushing off all the creases on his clothing and made himself look smart and respectable. He stood beside Barrett, not even bothering to look at the man. Barrett didn't say a single word during the journey but that didn't bother him, he wasn't very fond of Barrett himself, but he had to respect him because Barrett's status in London was quite high because he was the most skilled constable in England.

The place he walked in was a very large hall that was lined with decorative rows of seats at each side of it. The walls were decorated with many paintings and were a shiny tan colour. The floors were a dark crimson and looked like they were freshly waxed giving them a shiny effect also. On the far side of the room, opposite the door John walked in from was a huge, ornate window that let in beams of sunlight, though the sun wasn't so bright because the clouds still covered it. No one was in the room, but John could see a man standing behind the window, his back to him. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was looking towards the window, making his silhouette appear dark. John knew who it was and called towards him,

"I see that you wish to have a word with me, Mr Mizanin." Mizanin tensed, shifting slightly before turning around. His ocean blue eyes focused on John though a scowl was marring his young face, his dirty blond hair was styled in a faux-hawk and shined in the light behind him that seeped through the windows. John had no idea why Mizanin was scowling but it obviously indicated that what he was about to show him, was not good…

"Greetings John Cena, I see Constable Wade Barrett has found you and given you my word." Mizanin answered. He started walking down the small flight of stairs that connected the window to the rest of the room towards John. Once he got close enough, he held his hand out, which John gladly took and shook.

"Yes, and he has informed me that you have something to present to me." John answered as he shook Mizanin's hand.

"That's correct, I do have something to show to you. It's something that isn't very pretty so I suggest you not sharing this to the light hearted." Mizanin said, his tone of voice turning darker.

"What do you mean Michael?" John asked, feeling confused.

"Instead of explaining, why don't I show you? Come with me." Mizanin brushed past John and opened the large, bronze double door behind him, waiting for John to pass through. John noticed that Barrett was still with him and followed him like his shadow, but he shrugged it off, knowing that it wasn't much of a big deal. He walked through the door that Mizanin held open for him and walked through the spacious corridor. The walls of the corridor were also covered with many paintings of other ministers and John couldn't help but gaze at them as he walked, some of them did look rather odd…it was as if the people in the paintings didn't appear to be human…He tried to ignore it but he paid more attention to the paintings than Mizanin leading the way. Mizanin turned one corner and John and Barrett followed, walking for a while until they reached their destination.

This side of the building seemed more dark and ominous looking than the rest of the it. The rest of the building held a tan or crimson theme to it, but this side held a grey and black theme to it. John couldn't help but shiver as he watched Mizanin open another giant double door which was shut with many chains and locks, the place did seem colder than the rest of the building which was rather strange.

It took a while for Mizanin to get all the locks open and when he did, he signalled for John and Barrett to follow him as he walked in, closing the door behind all three of them. The room seemed to be even darker than the last corridor because the room was dimly lit, save for a small window on one side of the room opposite the door. The sunlight coming from the windows was the only source of light in the room which made it quite hard to see, but being what John was, he could easily grasp his surroundings thanks to his enhanced senses. He noticed a large bed in the middle of the room and narrowed his eyes when he noticed that someone was on the bed, a thin white sheet was over them obscuring his view of whoever it was. Mizanin walked over towards the bed and he placed a hand on the sheet but didn't quite pull it off.

"I normally do not dwell on such subjects because of my rank but there is something that I would like to show you." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulled the sheets off the person in the bed and both Barrett and John gasped in unison. When Mizanin said that this was not for the faint hearted he was telling the truth…

Under the snow white sheets was a man, but judging by the way his eyes were glazed over and the fact that he showed no signs of life…he was dead. His skin was so pale that it almost appeared like white marble…however, that wasn't the only shocking thing about the man: on his neck, there was a huge snake like bite that was slowly turning a purple colour. It was a gruesome sight because when John looked hard enough into the bite mark, he could literally see the man's arteries which indicated that whatever bit him, bit him so deeply. He tore his eyes away from the bite wound and back to the man's head. His eyes were wide open and his iris held no colour what so ever, in fact they appeared a grey colour and behind them of course had no soul…

John closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest, praying that the man's soul went to a better place…He had a vague idea on what did this but of course if he told Mizanin, the man wouldn't believe him, he was so sceptic and stubborn when it came to his beliefs. John searched around in his mind for some sort of explanation but his eyes snapped open when Mizanin's voice rang in his head.

"It looks like we have a murderer in our hands," Mizanin muttered, his voice quiet but his tone angry. "I am unaware of who did this, but it appears that it could be a snake charmer of some sort, the bite mark left on this young man's neck obviously tells us that someone has the power to control snakes." He looked towards Constable Barrett, his facial expression serious.

"Would you believe me if I told you that it could be a vampire's doing?" John said suddenly. Mizanin turned towards him suddenly, a furious scowl on his plump face.

"What on earth are talking Cena? I know that I have convinced everyone that vampires clearly do not exist." Mizanin growled angrily.

"I'm sorry Mizanin, I assure you that vampires do exist, the evidence is right in front of you." John replied, not taken aback in the slightest despite Barrett moving closer to him in a way that would threaten most.

"You're wrong Cena, again you are the only person in England that is still not convinced that vampires are just a myth. They do not exist and everybody knows that except for you, why is it that convincing you is harder than convincing everybody else?" Mizanin's ocean blue eyes flickered with rage as he spat out those words.

"That is because I know for a fact that the existence of vampires is indeed true, you cannot convince me that vampires do not exist because I have seen many vampires myself and I am willing to kill them all to make London a safer place." John explained.

"See? Again you try to educate me with your nonsense about killing vampires when you are indeed, clearly wasting your time!" Mizanin roared. Wade was hovering over him now and his hands were closed into dangerous fists.

"I, myself, know I'm not wasting my time because my entire life is dedicated to hunting these monsters down. The people of London are constantly seeking salvation from them by turning to me but you continuously try to convince them that vampires do not exist. You are clearly wasting your time in feeding them information that is indeed incorrect." John retaliated. He could feel Barrett's breath against his neck now, but he didn't feel any fear at all.

"How dare you…" Miz seethed, his face now red with anger.

"I see that I won this one yet again Mizanin." John grinned, adjusting his leather gloves on his hand smugly.

"Please calm yourself Mizanin," Barrett suddenly interjected, he still glared at John but his words were aimed towards the blond. "Everyone in London clearly believes your theory and not Cena's so of course you must not get angry over John here feeding you such nonsense."

"It's not nonsense Constable Barrett, it's as true as the sky being blue." John said.

"Well enough of this, we've had these arguments countless times and it is getting boring. As my duty as a constable I shall find the person who has committed such a sin by killing this innocent man and I shall bring the murderer to justice." Wade explained. John remained quiet, he knew that they were wrong and it was no use pushing it this time, he felt that he has made his point and any more bother to both Mizanin and Barrett and he was sure that he would get booted out of the building faster than he could blink. Mizanin fell silent but then his face twisted into a wide grin, John practically hated those grins Mizanin usually threw at him, he usually pulled them when he won an argument but of course John couldn't say anything because Mizanin was a minister, a very high minister and his hierarchy made him more powerful that John despite him being an upper class man.

"You're right Constable Barrett, whether John is right or not, the murderer will be brought to justice one way or another," Mizanin turned to Barrett and smiled, tilting his head upwards so he could meet Wade's eyes because he was so tall.

"Alright," John sighed, running his hand through his brown hair. "Does that mean I'm dismissed? Before I leave, I would like to find out why you have brought me here just to show me this man's body. What exactly does this man have to do with me?"

"I'm terribly sorry Cena, I've gotten so absorbed into the debate over the existence of vampires that I have forgotten to inform you of the reason why I've brought you here," He laughed softly before continuing, "I showed this body to you because I would like to ask you for some assistance."

"You want my assistance? Now that's the most amusing thing I've heard all day, what could you possibly need from me?" John chuckled but Mizanin didn't laugh.

"The constables have been telling me that your skills in catching criminals is second to none and are most impressive, I need your help in catching this man's murderer because whoever did this does not look like an easy target." Mizanin explained, his ocean eyes moving back towards the dead man on the bed.

"So you want me to assist you in catching this criminal?" John grinned to himself, he knew that catching this criminal would be easy because it was already his job, he was a vampire hunter after all…

"Yes…"Mizanin replied.

"But why? Didn't you deal with other murders yourself?"

"We did, but this man doesn't look like this murderer's only victim, if they are capable of killing this man with such a wound then I am sure that they will strike again."

"Alright, you have my assistance, I shall aid London's constables in bringing this murderer to justice and make them pay for their bloody efforts." John said happily, bowing respectively before Mizanin.

"Thank you for accepting Cena. Let's put all this vampire rubbish behind us now." John knew he didn't mean that, he could tell that he was still angry with him because he noticed that Mizanin was still gritting his teeth.

"Of course, anything else?" John asked, smiling.

"One more thing, I'd like to invite you to the grand masquerade ball we are holding this evening in honour of Her Majesty's anniversary of her time on the throne. Every minister is attending and maybe if you attended, the party will be a lot more enjoyable." Mizanin was still grating his teeth, it was as if he didn't want to say what he just said, John had no idea why.

"Really? A masquerade ball sounds splendid!" John clapped his gloved hands together in excitement. He had always loved going to balls because he had a passion for dancing. "What time does it start?"

"The ball will begin at ten o'clock, like every other ball you'll need a partner so make sure you have one with you…"

The sun had set long ago and John sprinted back to his mansion, his heeled shoes clicking on the dark concrete. The crescent moon peeked out of the sky and was clearly seen because unlike last night, the sky was clear. When he left The Houses of Parliament, he had gotten a carriage that dropped him off close to his mansion and was now making his way back. He ran into the mansion's court yard, past the large fountain with the vampire statue in the centre and through the mansions gigantic double doors.

He was so excited to tell his new friend about the ball, sure he had just met the man, but maybe he could get to know him more if they danced the night away together. John tried to hold his excitement when he bumped into the maids but he only dismissed them when they offered assistance, he was too excited to tell Randy what was going on.

He sprinted up the long flight of marble white stairs and into his large room where he knew Randy would be. He slammed the door open, panting in both exhaust and excitement. To his surprise he found Randy sitting on the bed in the exact same place where he left him, his eyes cast to the floor as usual. The room was dimly lit with a few candles placed on the large chandelier on the high ceiling. There were also several candles sitting on John's desk on the left side of the room which gave the room a warm, amber glow.

John hastily hung his black tail coat on the wooden rack and approached the man on the bed. As he got closer he noticed that Randy's expression didn't look very happy to see him like he had expected, in fact his face had horror written all over it. His pale blue eyes were darting around, not particularly focusing on anything, he was shaking violently, his lean body quivering on the spot. This concerned John and he eyed the man with worry, all the excitement disappearing like water on a hot desert.

"Randy?" John said softly, his dark blue eyes gazing at the man in concern. Randy's head snapped up and for the first time ever, his aqua eyes met John's before he suddenly stood up from the bed and scrambled towards him, throwing his arms around his waist and burying his face in his John's chest. John was surprised at the action, never had he seen Randy so animated and it worried him even more. He could feel Randy's tan body shake as he squeezed John's waist, obviously waiting for him to react. It was then John felt something wet on his chest and he placed a finger on Randy's chin, tilting it up so their eyes met. Randy's eyes were watering, the pale blue orbs threatening to spill with tears. John then looked down at his chest, gazing at his white waist coat, seeing that it was stained with something dark red. He gasped, knowing exactly what it was from both colour and scent, was Randy bleeding?

"Randy? What on earth is the matter with you?" John finally asked, his eyes not leaving Randy's. Randy didn't reply but his eyes tore away from John's and looked towards the wall on the far side of the spacious room.

"Randy?" John called again, but Randy still didn't answer. His body was still shaking and he looked down right terrified, this made John even more curious to know why.

"Randy, what's the matter? I wasn't gone for too long was I? If I was, I'm dreadfully sorry." John said sadly. Randy was still not looking at him and this worried John even more.

"Randy, please answer me." He looked down at Randy's shirt and his eyes widened when he saw that it was stained red also. His white silk, buttoned shirt was smeared with dirt in some parts and not to mention Randy's face was covered in dirt also. This gave John the impression that Randy didn't stay put in the mansion like John wanted him to.

"Did you leave the mansion?" John asked. He tried staring into Randy's eyes but Randy didn't look at him, but he nodded weakly.

"Now why did you leave? I clearly informed you that I wouldn't spend too much time outside." John said. Randy's eyes met John's for a second but then he quickly looked down towards the floor. "Randy, will you please look at me?"

"I…I didn't want to…stay by myself." Randy murmured shakily.

"But I told you that the maids are perfectly friendly, they wouldn't hurt a fly." John tilted his head to the side, luckily Randy was finally looking at him.

"I know…I just…needed some fresh air."

"Well of course I do not blame you for wanting fresh air but you are still recovering from last night and I wouldn't recommend you even setting foot outside because you can hurt yourself." John said, he subconsciously eyed the glistening, silver collar around Randy's neck but then he looked back up at Randy.

"I'm sorry." Randy muttered.

"It's alright, now can you please tell me what's troubling you?" There was a long pause as Randy didn't reply immediately, the only thing that could be heard in the room was Randy's heavy breathing.

"I…I…" Randy stuttered.

"Has it got something to do with the blood all over you?" John asked. Randy's eyes grew as big as saucers all of a sudden and his body shook even more, his eyes darted in a number of directions and he looked like he was going to break down.

"I…I k-killed someone." He finally spilled, he shook even more violently now and John noticed sweat was beading on his forehead, he looked seriously disturbed. Now it was John's eyes turn to widen the size of saucers, he gasped lightly and for some reason, the thought of the dead man on the bed back at the Houses of Parliament flashed across his mind…

"You killed someone? Now why on earth would you bloody kill someone?" John exclaimed.

"I didn't…kn-know what I was…doing. I was o-outside taking a walk and then… a man tried t-to…hurt me and then I lashed out at him and… then… he was dead..." Randy stuttered. His eyes were watery again but John gently wrapped his arms around him, giving him as much comfort as he could despite knowing the fact that the man in his arms had just taken the life of another.

"Are you sure he was dead?" John asked. Randy nodded shakily and swallowed thickly before opening his mouth to speak again,

"His b-body was bloodless…" Randy said. That was then something inside John switched on…Wait…the body was bloodless? Does that mean Randy has awakened as a vampire? But how can he awaken as a vampire already? As far as John knew, it took a few months for a human to fully awaken as a vampire after they had been bitten because the vampire virus takes a while for it to completely settle in one's body…But the virus settled inside Randy's body in less than a day? Impossible! This worried Cena greatly, there was no way that the vampire virus could spread throughout Randy's body that quickly…something was definitely wrong…

"You bit him?"

"Yes…I didn't know what was going on, I…my body was moving all by itself…and I can hear…their heartbeats." Randy buried his face in John's chest yet again and John tightened his hold around the man's slight frame.

"Oh Randy…do you want me to tell you why this is all happening to you?" John asked, lifting Randy's chin up with one finger for the second time that night. His dark blue eyes met Randy's lighter ones as he spoke,

"You are no longer a human…when I found you outside last night in the streets, you had a large wound on your stomach which was surely fatal. It was far too late to call a doctor because you were bleeding uncontrollably and by the time a doctor would have arrived, you would have been long gone…" He took a deep breath and then continued,

"The only way that I could save you was to heal those wounds myself…" He opened his mouth, baring his teeth for Randy to see. Randy seemed to be absorbed into John's story and listened intensely, his pale eyes looking into John's darker ones in interest. He looked at John's teeth for a while with curiosity but then his eyes widened when John's canines extended into long sharp fangs that protruded from his upper lip, his eyes glowed a bright red and his round pupils contracted into a thin slit shape like a cat.

"I'm a vampire hunter, my soul purpose in this world is to kill every vampire that walks in England…the only thing is that, despite me being a vampire hunter, I am actually a vampire myself though I do not choose to be." John's glowing blood red eyes focused on Randy's blue ones, Randy stared into them in fear but he didn't move because he was so intrigued by what John was about to tell him.

"To save your life I bit you and transformed you into a vampire, vampires live for much longer than humans do and they cannot die from simple things like a gun shot or a knife wound. You're still alive now because you are now a vampire and vampires heal rapidly, especially when they drink the blood of a human or another vampire." John said. He smiled weakly at Randy's dumbstruck expression. "Right now you are looking at me in my vampire form. Someone in their vampire state have eyes that glow a red colour and their pupils are shaped like this." He pointed at one of his eyes with a clawed finger gesturing towards the slit shape of his pupils. "Their finger nails grow into claws and of course, they have long, sharp fangs. Vampires drink the blood of humans but occasionally they can drink the blood of other vampires if finding humans is not an option, you probably accidently killed that man because you couldn't control your thirst for blood."

"But…do vampires kill humans for blood?" Randy asked.

"Most of the time they do, but only the Level-E vampires kill their prey for their blood so that's why I hunt them. I can't risk letting Level-E vampires run around London and letting them kill others just for blood. Only true vampires and purebloods do not kill others for blood. I have a book about vampire ranks which I will show you later…"

"If…if you hunt vampires then…why didn't you just let me die? If hunting vampires is your job then why create more vampires?" Randy asked. John was actually surprised that Randy was asking so many questions but it was actually quite refreshing to see the man speak.

"That's because there was something about you that I just couldn't ignore…" John replied quietly. Randy blushed madly at the comment and this made John snicker, Randy looked so cute with red cheeks. He didn't say anything after, he just stared deeply into John's eyes. John had noticed that Randy had taken such an interest in them when they were glowed that blood red. Randy's beautiful aqua eyes were staring into his and they looked even more stunning with the candle light shining on them, making them glisten. John's glowing red eyes only appeared like a flickering fire under the candle lights and Randy's expression turned into one of pure desire when he looked into them. Their lips were merely inches away and John could feel Randy's hot breath against his lips. He lightly pressed his forehead against Randy's and couldn't stop staring into his eyes… he was so intrigued by them because they were just so striking…He gasped lightly when he saw that Randy's pale blue eyes began changing, his pupils tightening into a thin slit shape and the oceans of his eyes turned and lit up with a blood red that mingled with the light of the candles. John knew the reason why they did…he knew that vampires' showed their vampire sides when they were thirsty and when they were aroused…

Their faces were moving closer…and closer… but then John suddenly backed away, his glowing eyes turning blue again. Randy stared at him in confusion, John didn't want to dive into things like that so quickly because he knew Randy was too damaged to do those things already. He sighed and turned away from Randy, hearing a soft whine of disappointment leave the man's lips as he did so.

"By the way, Michael Mizanin: one of the highest ministers in England has invited me to a masquerade ball, I trust that you have never attended a ball before and I would like you to be my partner…"

The whole 'Level E' and 'Pureblood vampires' thing is all based from an anime called 'Vampire Knight' which talks about vampire ranks and the sort. I'll include this vampire stuff throughout this story and more will be explained about it later on. :)

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, I had to write the next chapter for my other fanfic because I left that one at cliff hanger and I couldn't leave the readers hanging like that. XD Anyway PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think! I'd love to hear from you. ^^