2006. What a boring year. Same old things going on and on and on. We'd been here too long. Walked the halls too many times, spoken to and manipulated too many people. It was becoming a chore. And I hated dirtying my hands with work.

Eleanor had fast become what the girls here call a "St Trinian", something they held dearly as a test of stamina and loyalty. She'd gotten so good at passing these tests. Not surprising considering how long we'd been here. But even though her original fears and nervousness had faded away, she was still shy. She was still timid. She was still so human. Like them. And it pissed me off. But not as much as my business plan had angered her.

"Again?! Why is it we can never move somewhere without you involving yourself in such degrading work?!"

She'd shouted herself hoarse at me on the roof, letting years worth of anger bleed into her voice as she screamed. I'd laughed. It was the same fight we had every time we relocated.

"Because we need money," I'd pointed out, "The school needs money and it gets the job done quick without any questions asked. We do this and this place has a regular income..."

"It's disgusting!"

"It's not harming you"

"No but it is affecting those girls you're manipulating into doing it!"

Eventually she'd backed down under my reasoning and I won the argument. Just like I always did. And now the school was nice and backed with a healthy supply of money, kept running by my quick thinking. Something she couldn't complain about when it saved us from having to move on.

The old headmistress, the one we'd first met when we came here, had died years ago, happily followed by her niece Camilla. She seemed like a nice enough woman. Maybe a little wild but who was I to judge? She must be a tiny bit senile though. She'd made me head girl not too long ago after all, something that made Eleanor groan continuously. For what 221 year old becomes head girl of a girls school?

As far as anyone was aware Claudia and Eleanor jones had left school many years ago. Moving on from their lives at st trinians for a couple of decades before sending their two girls to attend here. Nobody questioned whether we were related to the old Joneses. Apparently Kelly and Eleanor Jnr were near on exact replicas of their mothers, the right spitting image of them. They'd even arrived together on st trinians' doorstep the same age as their relatives had. Almost as if it were the old women themselves repeating their lives over.

The naivety of humans really did amaze me. They were willing to overlook everything so long as it didn't affect their preciously short lives. I can never remember myself being that way. But then I'd never had the chance to live as a human.

"Kelly?" I fell out of my bitter musings and turned to smile at my favourite geek as she and my 'cousin' walked up onto the roof.

"Pol"

"We need to talk"

I leant against a chimney and gave them an impatient smile, already knowing what this was about. The charge in the air practically screamed it at me.

"We're not leaving yet" I sighed

"Why must you be so stubborn?!" Eleanor cried throwing her hands up in anger. I chuckled

"Temper darling"

"Kelly she has a point. You two were here decades before you made me immortal. How many more are you intending on turning?"

My eyes drifted over the fields surrounding the school, thoughtfully lost.

"I don't know Polly. Depends if they all taste as good as you did" She rolled her eyes but smiled, probably remembering the day I'd accidentally slipped up and bit her.

"It is forbidden!" Eleanor snarled. I snapped my eyes back to her

"Do not talk to me so reproachfully child. I am still your mother"

"Then start acting like it!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! Do you think we're here on bloody holiday?! Our secret is sacred Eleanor! The less people who know the better" Her eyes drifted meaningfully back to the geek and I sighed defeated,

"I was selfish involving Polly I know. But I was already damned when I turned myself, and I condemned us all when I changed you both too. We must stay hidden"

"A school is hardly.." I glared at Polly and she backed down

"Whose in charge here?" They both sighed, "Exactly. Just shut up and get out of my face"

Eleanor threw her hands up and stormed off the roof, muttering loudly to herself as she slammed the door shut behind us. I sighed and kicked an empty vodka bottle off the roof, watching it spiral down to earth before shattering on the stoney drive below. Polly stepped up beside me, giving me a small smirk when I looked back at her. I felt myself smile back despite still being angry with her for siding with Eleanor

"You shouldn't encourage her" I said

"And you shouldn't ignore her. She's been 16 for two centuries kel, don't forget she's not an actual child"

"She is to me"

"Then maybe you need to rethink your view of her"

I turned around to her, eyebrows raised challengingly. She simply shrugged, showing me once again why I'd shown her how to change. Smart, quick, cunning. Three aspects I loved in humans. And being from this century she knew a lot about everything modern, so we could adapt more fluidly. Necessity. That's what had first come to mind when I changed her. Now it was more companionship. Polly was my friend, regardless of the massive 'age' gap.

I nodded at her. She was right. Eleanor was 216. I couldn't keep treating her like the little girl I still wished her to be. The world had changed her too much. Ripped her innocence away like it had mine, leaving it to wear down to a tiny thin crust that cracked a little more with every passing day.

"We'll leave after this year," I conceded with a sigh "It'll be stupid going before these lives we're imitating have left school"

"No one will question our disappearance once we're gone. Plenty of girls never come back" she agreed, smiling at my decision.

I shrugged uncaring, it wouldn't be that easy and i knew it, but it would keep them happy. And a happy pair of forever adolescent vampires was much safer to handle than the volatile one I'd had to deal for most of my existence.

I sighed again before turning to look out at school drive, frowning at the car driving up to us. I pointed out at it.

"Who's that?"

"Judging by the way he can't drive, I'd say its Miss Fritton's brother"

"Carnaby?" She blinked, surprised at the bite in my tone

"You know him?" I nodded, feeling that old pit of disgust come up at the mention of his name. Oh I knew him alright.

"Only too well. 'Scuse me Pol" I stepped around her perplexed expression and followed the ghost of Eleanor's heavy footsteps down into the main school, ears straining to find her voice in all the madness.


"A'right kel?" I glanced down at Tara and tania and smiled

"You ain't seen that bloody cousin of mine have you girls? She owes me some money" They frowned and looked around the dorm, both raising their hands and pointing

"Over there kel" they said together, giggling a little when I mussed their hair

"Cheers girls" I left them by the door and waded through the fighting emo's and chav's to the eco area where Eleanor liked to sit and relax, often sharing time lost anecdotes with the tribe leader, Celia.

"We've got a problem" Both of them snapped their eyes up to my face, mild intrigue in Celia's while an immediate worried burn met Eleanor's.

"Whatsup kel?" I rolled my eyes at the eco, what was so hard about separating words? This new form of talking was so lazy

"Miss Fritton's brother has come to visit" Celia immediately grinned and leapt off her hammock

"I'll set the first years up with paintballs then.."

"No. Leave him be. We need to find out why he's here before we damage anything" She groaned and walked off disappointed, quickly spreading on the news.

Eleanor stood up and took my wrist, swiftly leading me away from the dorm into my own privet room

"Why has he come?" She whispered, shutting the door behind us

"I'm not sure honey. But I need you to stay here" She glared at me, "I mean it Eleanor. Stay here where I know you're safe"

"He wouldn't possibly..."

"You think? He's been after us for a while now El. Even a school of girls wont stop him. We don't need that kind of trouble here"

"It's his sister's school!"

"That will hardly stop him!" I hissed back pulling her away from the door when she tried to block me. Her hand caught my wrist again and she stared up at me

"Be careful" I smiled at her and kissed her head

"Always am cuz" She rolled her eyes

"Please let me choose the family relation next time" I arched an eyebrow at her and gave her a thoughtful smile

"And what would you have me be then?"

"The long lost aunt who can't deal with the fact that she's old"

"Oh you are such a cynic! Might like to fix that for the next century sweetie, if Celia's lot are anything to go by the world will be a completely happy dope filled place"

"Over my dead body"

"Not much of a threat Eleanor" I sniggered opening the door and stepping out on her moody scowl. I stopped halfway out the door and pointed back at her

"Stay here" She rolled her eyes, "I mean it Eleanor. Don't make me get Polly down here because you know I will"

"Yes mum, alright mum, can you please bugger off now mum?"

"One of these days you might thank me for everything I do for you.."

"I highly doubt it. Get going before you miss out on the spying"

I sighed and slipped out into the corridor, locking the door behind me just in case. I didn't trust her not to sneak down. And I felt bad about that. But I had to keep her safe. I stopped by the dorm again and assigned the twins to keep an eye out on my room. They'd simply nodded and set up deck chairs either side of it, hockey sticks at the ready. I laughed a little to myself at that and started to walk downstairs, stopping short on the third floor when I heard someone following me.

"You need to work on your sleuthing Polly" I smirked to myself when she sighed and appeared at my side in an instant, looking around to make sure nobody had seen her

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Everybody has their own unique footstep. It doesn't take a genius to remember which one sounds like who"

She frowned to herself, locking the information away in her brilliant mind for later. I nudged her elbow and nodded down the next set of stairs, stopping on the second step when she failed to follow

"Well come on then, you were obviously asking for an invite" She shrugged and happily skipped down beside me, using her vampiric grace to make it look so agile and perfect. Like a dancer mid flow. I gave her a meaningful look and she immediately slowed herself down to the painful pace all humans walked at.

"I hate this speed. It feels so lazy" she grumbled. I laughed

"Not so long ago you lived in this speed!"

"Don't remind me. So this bloke, miss Fritton's brother, who exactly..."

"A very bad guy" She frowned again, "He's part of the order, the brotherhood. The one hunting us. I might have accidentally killed a friend of his a while back.."

"Which friend?" Her eyes had narrowed throughout my evasive explanation, like she knew the answer anyway

"uh..Savella.." Her eyes grew wide and she stopped me

"You're saying carnaby is a vampire?!" I snorted

"He wishes! Can you imagine the world with that being like us?! I think I'd stake myself"

"As if stakes work anyway" she muttered while I grinned at her, "So why the over protectiveness with Eleanor? Surely if he's human.."

"He can't know she exists. Or you for that matter. He'll tell his buddies and have you both destroyed"

"And you?"

"I fear my punishment would be a thousand times worse than death" We both stared off into space, both thinking about the terrible things I could undergo. Savella had tried to grant me a swift execution before when it'd been a simple matter of me breaking the rules. Now I'd killed two of their own and defied them by creating Polly? I didn't want to think about the torture they'd put me through. It's what kept me running away. But I knew whatever the punishment, if it came to it, I'd willingly take it for my girls. They were both worth the torture.

"So why is he not a vampire?" Polly snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked back at her intrigued smile, smiling a little myself at her ever relentless thirst for knowledge.

"You need the map" I said simply, sliding down the banister and landing at the bottom of the stairs with a happy smirk. She walked down after me with a thoughtful grin

"You still have it don't you?"

"Thing with those idiotic men is they give the map to the next vampire they want to create. They don't bother with spares because they remember it all"

"But..?"

"But how do you explain the way to a simple human you don't want to take there yourself?" She grinned at me

"You really are something Kelly"

"I like to think so. Now do me a favor and walk down there" Her eyes followed my order down the stairs before she frowned back at me

"You said he couldn't see me"

"He won't even look at you, you're too human"

"Thanks?" I pushed her forward impatiently

"Just do it, I need to know whose with him"

She nodded and crept silently down the stairs while I leant against the bannister rail and peered over the edge, listening hard for his sickly voice to enter the hall. I was surprised beyond belief at the feminine voice that drifted up towards me instead. Who was that?

"Annabelle Fritton" I jumped and scowled at polly. She smirked

"Guess my sleuthing just got a whole lot better"

"Shut up. What did you find out?"

"She's starting here today" Well that was news to me! I frowned and looked up the stairs towards the headmistress' office.

"Why didn't Camilla say anything?" Polly shrugged

"Obviously thought it'd be a lovely surprise for you"

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, letting Annabelle's timid voice follow me out down the stairs. Polly followed, still smirking to herself while I silenced my steps and slipped over the bannister. She copied me and we both landed gracefully and silently beside the entrance hall, nicely concealed by the stairs. I pointed to the room beside us and she nodded, quickly inching around the bannister and slipping inside. I slowly followed, taking my time to slip inside the room while my eyes raked over the new girl.

"Alrig' kel? You got tha' druggy look abou' cha. 'Ope you ain't le' tha'goth near ya with her meth shit" I glared back at Taylor and pointed out the door

"Go" She sighed and stood up, stretching herself out before bending down to the table for her phone.

"You still got that laptop in here Pol?" No answer, "Pol?"

I glanced up at polly and quickly stepped out over to her, arm subtly snaking around her waist, restraining her while her eyes stared at Taylor's exposed neck.

"Get a move on Taylor for christs sake!"

She muttered a cuss at me before walking out, missing the sharp lunge forward polly took after her.

"And shut the door!" I called out after her. Taylor was either ignoring me or she'd already plugged her iPod in. Either way the door stayed open.

I sighed and let go of polly, dodging around her pursuit of Taylor and clicking the door shut before she could get to it. I caught her again when she tried to pull me away, desperately hungry to get to the chav

"You need to calm down polly!"

"I'm fucking hungry kel! She shouldn't be walking around when she smells like that!" I bit back a laugh, it always amused me how the blood of a completely irrespective and stupid chav sang out to a mastermind geek like her. It was just too ironic.

"Calm. Down" I pushed her back and pinned her to the nearest sofa, sitting on top of her when she tried to stand again. I caught and trapped both of her hands in my left one while I yanked her tie loose and tied her hands together with it.

"C'mon Polly, breathe" she looked up at me and nodded, taking long deep breaths while forcing herself to relax under my grip.

"How do you do this kel? I can barely walk through a corridor without thinking about biting one of them!"

I pulled her forward into me, letting my unearthly scent overrule Taylor's lingering one. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smoothed her hair down while she rested her cheek against my shoulder, a motherly embrace. Typical.

"If you remember correctly I didn't handle it well" she laughed

"Still hurts where you bloody bit me"

I smirked and looked down at her neck, the faint crescent scar of my teeth was still recognisable under her pale skin. I smiled and kissed it before sighing. I missed how warm she used to feel, and the way I could feel her heart pound when I touched her. Now she was just another body. Another life I'd selfishly taken for my own gain. Another soul I'd damned.

"It gets easier with time pol. Just try not to pounce on them anymore though. There's only so many times you can persuade people it never happened"

"Sure"

"I mean it pol. I might not be there next time. You could kill someone"

"I understand kel" I looked down at her, measuring the honesty in her voice before nodding and letting her go. I could trust her. I had to.

"Feeling okay now or shall I just leave you tied up?"

"Let's avoid a repeat of last time" I pouted at her

"You loved being tied to my bed"

"For 16 hours?! I don't think so Jones!" she raised her hands, "Please?"

"Fine" I slipped off her and let them loose and she ripped the tie off, flexing her wrists out before staring wistfully at the door.

"Still hungry?" I asked rolling my shirt sleeve up

"Famished" she sighed looking back at me with a sharp frown when she realised what I was doing. Polly caught my right wrist and looked up at me

"Don't"

"You said you were hungry"

"I am but not like that"

"'Fraid you'll hurt me?" I teased pulling my bracelet off and tucking it into my shirt pocket. She eyed my wrist, trying to persuade herself against it. But she wouldn't be able to do it. Not if she was as hungry as she looked.

I sank back on the sofa and pulled her back against me, wrapping my arm around her neck and gently kissing her head before raising my left arm. Her hands gripped my wrist and she brushed her mouth against the veins in it before biting down. I clenched my jaw against the pain and watched her drink, feeling her lips twist a little at the taste. I couldn't blame her. Vampire blood was nothing as nice as that of a human. To each other we tasted too bland. To a human pure ecstasy. But it was sustaining enough. We could go a few days on another vampire's blood before needing to feed again. And in a place like this that was essential.

I stopped her when I started to feel the ache giving blood made start to burn through my arm.

"Calm it down pol, I'm not made of blood" she sighed and moved her mouth away, looking down at my bleeding arm with a regretful sad smile.

I kissed her head again and stroked her cheek, knowing she hated doing that to me. I didn't care. She was my friend, a surrogate sister to Eleanor, our family. As a mother I couldn't bear seeing her starve. As a fellow vampire I sympathised with her. I'd felt that burning hunger way too many times in my existence. It was too much to take and sent a vamp on a feeding massacre afterwards. I would know, I must have killed hundreds of entire villages in the last two centuries after forcing myself off blood. It made me admire my Eleanor for her impressive willpower when it came to this cursed side of our lives.

"Feeling better?" I asked, watching her pick her tie up off the table, twisting it in her fingers. She nodded but I wasn't entirely convinced.

"You can say if you want more" I said, gently raising my wrist to her again. She shook her head and pushed my hand away, refusing to look at it.

"We've got work to do" Her voice was rushed, constrained. Like she was using all her energy trying to keep it level. I sighed

"Pol.."

"Nope, c'mon!" She bent down to me and wrapped her tie around my wrist, knotting it tight to stop the blood flow. Not that it mattered, we healed fairly fast. But it'd cover up the cut and smudged blood I guess. I stood up and smiled at her, flexing my wrist out while her eyes followed it.

"You've gotten better at that" I told her laughing when she groaned annoyed. I nudged her with my elbow

"That's a good thing pol" I whispered giving her a sly wink, "Set up some CCTV in Camilla's office will you? I wanna know what they're going to talk about"

She nodded and I started to walk towards the door, flattening my shirt out and wiping the smudge of red off my fingers onto my skirt. I opened the door and leant against it, looking up at the stairs just as the head mistress sailed down it with a tinkle of laughter and a sarcastic comment for her slimy brother. I should have been watching him. Should have listened to what they were talking about. But as soon as I leant up against the door and crossed my arms my gaze was stolen by the girl, Annabelle.


She was across the hall from me but i could smell her from here, hear her nervous heart pounding in her chest, taste her scent on my tongue, feel the little waves of heat rolling out of her anxious body. And it was a pretty nice body. Tall and elegant, athletic. Beautiful. I wondered if her soul was just as angelic with a father like him. She was wondering around on the spot, lingering in the entrance like she was half hoping they would be leaving pretty soon. Her eyes darted everywhere. Taking in the strange trophy cases full of shrunken heads before looking up at her estranged aunt then back at her father as if to ask whether he was being serious about her enrolment here. I smirked, she was weak. Easily dealt with.

"And you must be my lolly lolly niece annabelle!" Miss Fritton blocked the girl from sight momentarily and I found myself standing straight to get a good view again.

Carnaby smiled happily at the two, pretending to actually care about his only family. But I could see the boredom peering out in his fake smile. His eagerness to be slip away from their little reunion to hunt us down was too easily marked in the way his eyes kept drifting around. Stupid prick. If he had half the brains the brotherhood thought he had he'd have looked around and spotted me already. It relieved me to know he was still a self centred moron. It meant we were safe. For now.

"Kel there's a problem upstairs" I looked back at Polly's whisper and met her concerned frown as she looked down at her laptop screen

"What problem?" I asked distracted by the sounds of the Frittons wandering off up the stairs. I walked back into the room and settled beside her, looking down at the camera feed she was watching

"An Andrea and Taylor sized problem" she sighed wincing a little when the fighting girls crashed into the totty lounge, knocking Chelsea and her assistants out of the way as they crashed into a dressing table. We both froze on the spot when Andrea managed to pull Taylor off and wiped the blood off her forehead.

"Get uh.." I couldn't think. All I could see and taste was blood. Polly looked like she was having the same problem

"Yeah...?" She said dreamily staring at it run down Andrea's cheek as she flew at Taylor

"Get the.. uh.. the..tw..ins...twins! Get the twins to send some first years to break it up" I snapped myself into focus and smacked her shoulder. She jumped and nodded. I watched the cctv while she rang Tara.

"Sorted. They're sending Emily and jazz" I grinned, they were the ruthless ones. Almost as good as the twins themselves. It didn't take long for them to get down there, and it gave us something to laugh at.

"Right c'mon, Fritton's office" she nodded and clicked off onto another feed.

"What're they saying?" I asked frowning at the serious confrontational look on the two adult Frittons. Polly frowned before relaying their speech. I smiled at her, her lip reading was just impressive.

"Something about money..I think it's her scholarship"

"He's asking for a discount" I shook my head with disgust. What a creep!

"Looks like it"

We both watched the two elder Fritton's exchange a few more prices before agreeing on less than half the school fees. What a tight arse?! Why did Camilla let him in like that? Was she that eager to see her niece in this place that she'd give the education away? It made no sense to me

"They're coming back down" polly said looking over at the door when the sounds of their easy steps reached us. I nodded and stood up

"Time to play the part" I sighed and rolled my neck, trying up rid myself of the annoying stress building in my shoulders. Polly smirked and stood up beside me. She tightened the tie around my wrist some more and smiled up at me

"Off you pop kel" I rolled my eyes and tilted my head at her, smirking a little as I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth, wiping the blood away from it

"Your table manners are atrocious pol" I joked running my thumb over her lips and smearing the blood over them, making them look even more appealing than usual. I bent forward and kissed her, tasting the odd flavour of my blood on her mouth before she licked it away and kissed me back.

"Again?" She asked gasping a little when my hands wandered down her back. I nodded with a groan before pulling away from her with a lustful ache burning inside of me. Blood hunger mixing with another hunger completely. She smiled sympathetically and nodded

"Okay. But don't you think you should just go get some..."

"No. I promised Eleanor. No more killing. I won't break her trust in me again"

"Kel you haven't killed anyone yet. Doing this you're only starving yourself. You know what happens when you do that"

"Polly you've only seen me do that once.."

"And became the consequence of that mistake! Kel you can't substitute feeding with sex. It doesn't work that way"

I was about to tell her to shut up, that being two centuries older than her I did know what I was doing, when a car starting up outside drew our attention back to the Frittons. Polly laughed under her breath when I frowned at the door

"See how distracted you get when you fail to look after yourself?"

"Hmm.." I started to walk to the door, turning back with my hand on the doorknob, "good thing I have you to see to my needs then"

She rolled her eyes and picked up her laptop

"I'll see you later jones" she slipped out of the door ahead of me, slowly brushing past me with a slight smirk when she had to step right up into my space to open the door. My smile brushed hers a little while my hand came up to catch the door

"Yeah, you will"

She took a quick look around before stepping out into the corridor and whisking down the basement stairs. My ears followed her almost silent steps until she opened and shut a door downstairs.

"Stop listening to me" I heard her mutter under her breath as she sat down with her laptop. I laughed and pulled my attention back to the reception area the new girl had just walked back into

"Excuse me, but where am I supposed to go?" She asked Beverly, turning away annoyed when the hungover receptionist ignored her.

I watched her pick up her belongings and walk to the stairs, completely missing me stood in the doorway. Must be a Fritton thing. A soft rumbling from upstairs cued the end of lesson as classrooms of girls began making their way around school. Annabelle was looking up the stairs nervously, like she expected it to explode. I smirked and watched her surprise melt into a pretty little shy smile while she took a brave step forward

"Not yet" I whispered to myself wincing a little when the stairs flooded with bodies and girl upon girl knocked into her. I could hear polly sniggering to herself downstairs, probably watching it all on CCTV.

"Going to dive in and save her jones?" She asked. I stomped on the floor as a reply, glad the noise of the other girls muted it out while polly laughed some more

"Haven't you got your girls to watch?" I muttered back. She groaned and I heard the faint snap of her laptop shutting, "And try to stay away from Taylor"

"Yes Kelly, now get on with your own stuff"

I rolled my eyes back to the new girl and smiled. Besides looking a little battered she was still standing. That was a good sign. Maybe she had some hope after all. I leant against the door again, letting my right arm dangle over my hip in a way that usually sent humans falling to their knees with praise. I waited until polly's steps had faded out of my hearing range before quietly clearing my throat

"Your old man's roller looks like its seen better days" She span around at the sound of my voice and her eyes widened a little when she caught sight of me leant lazily against the door. I held in my smirk and started to walk towards her, slowly, predatory, like a vampire in a human body. Like me.

Her lips parted a tiny bit and she let out a silent sharp breath that sent her heart racing. I almost paused at the sound if it. It was so fast! Like a hummingbird. I'd never had a reaction quite like that before. My eyes grazed over her face, taking in her breathtaking features before resting on her eyes, following the hints of blue in the green and gold haze. She was talking, saying something about Carnaby owning a gallery. I wasn't paying attention. I was much too busy looking her over.

"I'm...annabelle. Miss Fritton's niece?" I did smirk then, and stepped into her space.

"I'll have somebody come fetch your bags" A little too sarcastic maybe, but she needed to learn her place here. Connections didn't play well at all. That threw her back into her normal self.

"Im sorry, I didn't catch your name" oh rude, cocky! Nice! I could use that around here. I stepped right into her space and threw her a bright smile, one that widened when I heard her heart pick up again

" Kelly jones, I'm head girl" I could feel my eyes pull down to her throat and snapped them back, focusing on that disbelieving stare of hers, instead of that pounding pulse in her neck that was begging to be ripped out. I had to wrap this up quick, I could feel the hunger burning in my throat, like a fire that wouldn't go out no matter how many times I discreetly swallowed down the impulse to lean over and bite.

"Really?" She scoffed, breathing out onto me. I froze. She smelt so good! My mouth ached just thinking about how nice she'd taste. I gritted my teeth and glared coldly at her. Her condescending smile fell a little as I walked past her up the stairs,

"Welcome to St. Trinians" I called out into the echoing hall, another meaning hidden under the deep swirl of my welcome note;

I hope they kill you before I do.