Author's Note::

I wrote this a little more quickly than the others and so I hope you enjoy it. It will be introducing a few of my own characters and it's a bit longer. Thanks for reading and please review. And I'm up for any suggestions on how to make my writing better. Thanks again =]

DEATH, OH LIKE EW? (Mary Jean's point of view)

Pulling the last chocolate wave through the flatiron, Mary dropped it back onto the vanity. Sighing, she stood up to grab the silky dark grey cloak off of her fluffy bed. Tugging it over the white blouse, dark blue skinny jeans, and white converse, she pulled up the hood and moved slowly across her bedroom toward the entrance. It had taken her awhile to do her room and she was proud of it, but all the white was starting to get annoying. She felt like she was in an insane asylum, and she wanted out. Turning the brass handle on the white door, Mary exited her comfy cell. She loved getting out, but she hated patrolling. Why did they even need to patrol? Walking the borders of Wenderville was useless. The council could tell when the barriers were broken and could take action more quickly then a patrol officer pulling out their cell phone and calling in the attack. The speed and the fact that not many knew of the barriers that allowed vampires to walk around in broad daylight helped protect the town. If someone though it would be safer to attack during the day, they were wrong. The town was perfectly secure and yet every single day of every single week Tim made each of the Three patrol the town. And it sucked.

Moving down the clear steps of the stone staircase, she shivered. Mary also hated how cold it was in their stone castle. It wasn't very big, it only had two floors and only three rooms they didn't use, but it was still technically a castle. Davelec Castle was always freezing cold. They recently had it redone so that they had modern day technology and floors, but the hallways (and the cold) stayed the same. Her footsteps echoed across the hall as she moved toward the door leading to the living room. Opening the door, she glanced around at the room. She squinted trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light coming from the three oversized glass windows that lit the room during the day. It was so different from the darkness inside the other rooms in the castle.

"I'm heading out." She said, glancing at the blonde sprawled across the velvet love seat. The girl's hair covered her face and only the slight movement coming from her still form proved that she was still alive. Moving her gaze to the redhead she was talking to, Mary was quickly jealous. The girl was sitting so comfortably in the chair, her naturally straight, fiery red hair falling partially over her forest green eyes. And yet, Alyssa complained about how much she wanted Mary's features and how they were sisters so they should share the same facial features. But they looked completely different, like two random strangers taken off the street and forced to stand next to each other.

Alyssa looked up from her movie. "Oh, okay. Have fun, honey."

Mary snorted. "As if! I hate patrolling." Mary kicked the wall with her shoe as if trying to prove her point but quickly found herself in pain.

Giggling at her idiotic sister's actions, Alyssa smiled brightly. "Don't we all? Call if you need anything."

"I will." She left Alyssa to watch whatever movie Mary had interrupted and headed out the huge doors. It was ridiculous how oversized everything was. Why did they need such huge things when they were barely half the size? She stomped down the stone driveway and through the iron gates at the bottom. Glancing at the time on her cell phone, she quickened her pace. Tim would be furious if she was late for her patrolling.

I don't get people sometimes, Mary thought to herself as she followed the dirt path through the forest. Why do people want to kill to be me when all I have is stress and problems? She finally reached the exit of the forest and was starting to move down the hill when she smelled something. Well, she felt it before she smelled it. There was a feeling in her gut that something wasn't right. Then she smelled the foul odor. It was like burning, rotted flesh. Reaching into the pocket in her cloak, she pulled out the sharp knife that was laced in Aromanth. She shivered as her thumb grazed the metal. She had to be extra careful when using that knife. One false move or one little mistake could lead to the knife cutting her, and if that happened then Witch Poisen would be running through her veins. Aromanth was deadly to her kind, but it also could stop a vampire for a couple hours if used correctly.

As she followed her gut and the smell through the edge of the forest, she moved as quietly as possible. She didn't want to alert anyone of her presence before she could see them. As the sight of the charred, gutted body came to her eyes, she felt her own go limp. She crawled over to the body of Max. He was dead, and rotting. She had no idea how long he had been there, but no one had been alerted. Littered around his body were dark feathers as if he had fought his attacker and black feathers had fallen out. She was just about to start to pick the body up to move him into the town when she heard a crack of a stick. Closing her eyes, she listened to any noises. Ducking as she heard a swish in the air, an arrow went flying over her head. The attacker retreated as quickly as they had come, but the message was clear.

Walking over to the arrow, the feather in the back was the same as the ones around Max. And pinned to the tree with the arrow was a lock of her hair. She tried to feel the back of her head to see where she lost the curl. Turning back toward the body, she pulled out her cell and dialed for Tim. She didn't know when everyone arrived but it wasn't quick enough for her liking.

"Stewart, what happened?" Tim's voice rang out to her. He didn't bother covering the worried tone. He was the kind of guy that would worry about anyone in his town even if they were out to kill him.

"I was coming out to patrol and found Max's body. I went to investigate and move it to town when I was attacked. The attacker aimed a single arrow at my head and then retreated. He got one of my curls." She responded, gesturing to the tree.

"Mary." He looked up from Max and directly at her.

"What?" But he never answered. She ran her fingers through her hair out of nervousness and felt exactly why he was confused. Her hair was straight. Glancing back at the tree, pinned was a lock of red curls. But it was her hair color. "What does this mean?"

"This means that your attacker is a creep." Snorted Tim's associate, Regina. "An ex-lover maybe?"

Tim turned and glared at Regina forcing her to shut up and continue cleaning up the body as best as she could. "It actually means that this person knows us and has met us before. How else would he get your hair?"

"But who has met us before and had enough time to get my hair? And if they have mine, they must have all of ours. What if they know a potion that uses the victim's hair that would destroy them?" Mary bit her lip. She had heard spells that take a bunch of different ingredients and a lock of hair that would destroy a person's soul. There were probably even more spells that could cause a lot of problems for the town.

"One person." He stated. "And if it's who I think it is then we aren't the ones they want, they are only playing with us to kill time."

Mary racked through her memories, even the ones of all her past lives. She tried to compare them with all her knowledge now. It could be Elizabeth, but she had been burned at the stake during the Salem Witch Trials under a different identity. Maybe William, but they haven't seen him in centuries. As Tim brought the body back to the town with Regina and instructed her to go back home, she tried to think. Sitting down in a chair in the Library, she tried to think. And then it hit her. The one person who would hold a big enough grudge to kill Max, use spells against them, try to kill Mary, and only do all of it wanting to play having a bigger plot in mind.

Looking across the hall at the open door showing Alyssa and Allison laughing, Mary knew that there would be a lot of trouble coming up.