Woot! new chapter! sorry i havn't updated, im back in school (the first two chapters were posted over the weekend) and i feel really crappy cuz i'm sick. And thanks to my wonderful reviewers. to hear people say they wish my chapters were longer is about the most wonderful thing an author can hear. And i know the last chapter was pretty lax. i just needed to give you guys background and a feel for the charators. this one should be longer...plus it's about a hundred words longer (i'm working on it okay). And also know that longer chapters mean slower updates. hopefully it'll be worth it.

So...now that i'm done with that rant...enjoy the story

Disclaimer: i own it about as much as i own you. which would be...none at all. sucks doesn't it. i'm sure you'd all love to be my slaves. mwahahaha! *glances from side to side to see it anyone noticed the manical laughter*

Get over it. I thought harshly to myself as I sat in the sand watching the deep blue waves rise and fall, as if the ocean were breathing. Small specks showed above, but nothing more; the stars drowned out by the city lights. Just go home. What are you even doing here?

It was a good question. What was I doing sitting all alone on a beach, getting my favorite jeans dirty, in the middle of the freaking night? Being stupid, that's what. Your cold, and wet, and should've gotten over it weeks ago.

I really should've. I wasn't really one to hold onto stupid dreams and desires. It was a realist, a pessimist, always saw the glass half empty, whatever you wanted to call me; I didn't dwell on the inevitable or unfixable. And that was exactly what this was.

It was mid-September by now and the night air was colder than the chills that constantly ran through me, but instead of being inside drinking hot mint tea and reading I was waiting for something I didn't even know. I'd already tried reasoning with myself, but there was some part of me that didn't want to move. And that part was stubborn as hell.

So what exactly hadn't I gotten over? I wasn't entirely sure. But after that day at the ice cream shop, I was extremely conflicted about everything I'd taken for granted before. A feeling only drowned out in the adrenaline rush of a good heist. Crawling through air vents and twisting between laser grids had a way of doing that sort of thing.

But afterwards there was always…something. A weird emptiness in the bottom of my stomach once the high was gone. And no matter how many paintings I stole, or how much jewelry I fenced, that hole kept getting bigger after each job, each heist. For a while I thought maybe I'd let it, maybe it would continue to grow like a black hole and swallow me up completely, then I wouldn't have to worry about it, or anything else again.

I sighed and glanced at my watch. Nearly three a.m. I pulled myself to my feet and began my walk home. I had a jewelry store to case tomorrow, and a meeting with the manager to see the vault. I needed as much sleep as I could muster.

Going undercover sucked. It was probably the worst part of my job there was. Early the next morning (well, about ten 'o clock, so early for me) I stood in my bathroom wearing a designer dress (with shorts underneath of course. Doing a roundhouse kick is rather difficult if you're worried about your skirt flying up) that not only made me look rich, but older (a good thing too considering I was already small for my age). My black heels sat in the corner as I refused to wear them until I had to, and my hair was faded to brown.

Okay, so dresses I could deal with, and heels, and even the stupid makeup. What I really hated about going under cover was the colored contacts. Because, while my hair changed color and the right clothes could make me look entirely different, the one thing that I couldn't easily change about myself was my eyes. Normally I kept my hair in my eyes, but today that wasn't an option; I had to look sophisticated and confident, which meant keeping my head high. It also meant making plenty of eye-contact. Something I normally avoided.

My hair changed color, yes. My eyes? Not so much. And I had freaking red eyes. Albino, remember? This was exactly why I had to stand there and put green tinted contacts in my eyes. And let me tell you, they weren't the most comfortable things in the universe.

Sticking the contact case and solution into my purse, I pulled on my heels and left. Adrenaline, here I come.

"They're very beautiful pieces," I said to the store manager, glancing around the jewel covered vault. Everywhere you looked there were gemstones, and necklaces, and bracelets, you name it. I'd been chatting with the manager for half an hour, and was in the middle of the rush, fighting back the urge to grab at a particularly beautiful pigeon blood that caught my eye.

But it was something else my attention suddenly fell on; something silver and small. And something that was blinking faster and faster. "Run!"

I hadn't even realized what I was doing until after I pushed the store manager out of the vault and felt the blast of energy as I fell to the ground and covered my head with my hands.

I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. As stupid of a thought it was, it was the first one that popped into my head after everything had settled. I was buried under a pile of freaking cement, and had extreme pain in several places in my body. A choking sound emitted from my throat as dust filled my lungs.

Someone was walking on top of me!

There were noises from above and every time a scuffling noise came, dust flitted on my face and filled my lungs. I knew sleep was trying to claim me, but I couldn't tell the darkness around me from the one trying to overtake my conscious. It didn't matter either way, because a few agonizingly slow minutes later, which I spent listening to major scuffling above me, I was gone.

Soo...yeah. evil cliffy, i know. but review me any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions and other. hope you enjoy :)

Btw, for anyone who doesn't know a pigeon blood is a ruby from burma, and is really big and pretty.