Here's another chapter. Enjoy!

Me: Beau killed me but i have been reincarnated as a unicorn.

Beau: Unfortunately, as we are the same person, so have I.

Me: And it is hell typing with hooves.

Beau: I'm really regretting killing you now.

Me: Why, 'cos you love me?

Beau: Hell no. I hate unicorns.

Me: Anyway, let's go and play on the rainbow!

Beau: Save me!

Chapter 3

Lucy

The woods were my favourite hideout. A place where I could wind down and think in peace. Nobody else came there.

It was rumoured that dark shadows stalked their depths, supernaturally strong and fast they were the terror of our school. People went missing for days and turned up again, without the memory of what had happened. Nobody except me went anywhere near it. That was probably why I liked them so much.

So I retreated further into the woods. Padding through the crisp, yellow, Autumn grass, trying to match a meaning to the symbol sprayed over Jemma's walls. Automatically my feet took me to my favourite spot. I dropped onto a large tree root and hung my head in my arms.

I jerked upright and looked around at the sound of rustling in the undergrowth. And saw, to my relief, a grey squirrel scurry up a tree. I laughed nervously – nothing to be afraid of. I dropped my heads into my hands again.

Then I saw a familiar red drop of blood. Now there was something to be afraid of. I followed the drizzle like an Easter Egg trail but it would lead me to a corpse instead of a pile of chocolate. I preferred chocolate.

I hesitated at a knot of brambles. Did I really want to see the next victim? Yes, I decided. Carefully, I parted the tangles and froze with terror as Christopher's brown eyes stared up at me blankly. His light brown hair was matted with blood and there was a gruesome gash along his leg.

The symbol I didn't recognise was etched into his arm with a blunt knife.

Hold on!

The marks were glistening with fresh blood. That meant that the crazed serial killer was still on the loose. And somewhere nearby.

I felt a cool breath on my neck.

I bit my lip to stop it from trembling and kicked back just as the person behind me placed a hand on my wrist and said in a familiar voice, "Lucky."

Nicholas fell to the floor with a grunt of pain.

I whirled around in a cloud of anger. "Nicholas! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were a murderer!"

He just groaned and rubbed his shin where I had kicked him.

"How did you even get here? I just saw you at school," I said, slapping his head for good measure. Even if he wasn't a murderer he wasn't getting off that easily for spying on me.

"Stop being such a drama queen," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

I heard the flutter of leaves as something brushed past them.

"Stop bickering, you two. We need to go, Nick. I can feel Natasha's followers closing in – they can sense the blood. And they can sense Lucy," Solange said, leaning against a tree. When did she get here?

"Why? Where? I'm not leaving Christopher." my head was beginning to throb.

They turned to face each other.

"I hoped it wouldn't come to this," sighed Solange.

"But now it has," agreed Nicholas overly solemnly.

I stared at them suspiciously. I really wasn't liking where this was going.

"Lucy, either you come with us of free will, or we will have to use force."

I shook my head – I'm nothing if not stubborn – and clutched Christopher's hand to my chest. Nicholas marched over to me and picked me up with ease.

Upside down.

And I was not going to allow it.

"Let me go, you moron!" I screamed, having to content myself with clawing at his ankles though I really would have preferred his face. My eyes could have burnt a soul. It's just a shame I couldn't see him. I would be worried if I have to remind you that I was upside down.

"Imbecile! Retard! Weirdo!"

"The right way up, Nicholas," said Solange, gently picking up Christopher and slinging him over her shoulder.

"Creep! Stalker! Idiot!"

"Spoilsport," chuckled Nicholas.

He tossed me up like a rag doll and caught me again, thankfully, the right way around. The he froze as our eyes met. We gazed into each others eyes: him into my green-brown eyes; me into his pale grey eyes, unable to break contact.

"Demented possum!" I howled, breaking the silence.

Nicholas chuckled so I pinched him and glared daggers because he was supposed to fear my wrath.

"Let's go, love birds," called Solange.

"Shut up," we said in unison.

Their muscles tensed. Suddenly they both pushed off and ran fast. I mean, really fast. The trees around us were a blur, the branches scratched my face, the fierce wind whipped my hair back. Now I understood how Nick and Sol had got here so fast. I looked up at him, remembering the feel of his lips on mine. Then I blinked...

And had a complete mental breakdown. This was it. Surely, if I was daydreaming of Nicholas kissing me instead of poking him in the eye with a particularly sharp pencil the world was finally coming to an end.

To distract myself I looked over at Solange. She was lagging behind a little, carrying Christopher. I immediately felt sympathy for her – Christopher was a dead weight. His head was lolling backwards at an unnatural angle and blood was trickling down his arm. One look at Solange's pained face showed she was fighting an inner battle.

All of a sudden three people (or could I really call them people?) closed in on us, yelling some sort of battle cry, which was unfair because I've always wanted to yell a battle cry. They were wearing black clothes like the men in my dream and their belts were decorated with an assortment of deadly weapons.

Pointy, sparkly weapons.

The three attackers were grouped around Solange who was looking like she was about to rip someone's head off. I could hear them hissing and squabbling over who would drink my brother's blood. Vampires.

Solange growled as one of the vampires reached for her throat.

What was a best friend to do but launch herself at the said vampire?

Let her best friend's brother take care of the matter? Her best friend's brother who just happened to be stronger, faster, possibly cleverer?

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

I was riding the vampire like a rodeo as he scratched at my ankles, which, luckily, were the only parts of me he could reach. Meanwhile, Nicholas had knocked over another of the vampires and unsheathed a small dagger.

"Hey, look!" one of them called, pointed a finger at me. "It's Lady Natasha's girl."

"Hello, sweetheart," the second drawled, aiming a crossbow at me. "Come with us and your friends don't get hurt."

I was about to snap back an insult when the vampire I was currently piggybacking lurched forwards and head butted his companion. They both went down in a tangle of limbs and curses and Nicholas plucked me out of the air.

The last remaining vampire dropped back with a hiss and I was feeling confidant so I twisted around in Nicholas's arms and yelled, "Really? Really? You're not a cat, honey."

We cleared the huge woods soon. Obviously it would have taken a normal person a couple of hours to run that, not carrying someone else. I had to remind myself that I was not dealing with normal people here. Nicholas was way hotter than a normal person. Save yourself, the world is ending!

Me: So what'd ya think?

Beau: Please don't do that cowboy thing.

Me: But I like ma cowboy thang.

Beau: Me...

Me: You ruin all the fun.

Please R&R