Hey Guys!
I'm so sorry it's been so long. After a hard drive malfunction I have lost every piece of writing that I've done over the past ten years. Long story short, I've lost everything. The writing process is gonna be a little slower than usual, losing my writing kinda knocked me for six for a while and completely shut down my writing. All my plot outlines for this and other series are lost until I can somehow get an idiotic amount of money together to try and recover it.

On a lighter note! I have finally finished my degree and have been thrown head first into the adult world!
I must say thank you to everyone who has stuck with me throughout these three fics.
I started Tales of Lives Past while doing my A-levels, nearly four years later the fics are still going and you guys are still reading! Thank you all so much from the bottom of my frosty little northern heart!

The air tasted strange on her tongue as she stepped into the sunlight. Blinking like a new-born, she allowed her eyes to sweep across the street in front of her where a taxi waited.

"Coach Jones." Helena greeted as she met the man in the corridor the next morning.
Grunting the Welshman took a swig of his coffee, "Still here?"
"I'm here till my case is done. I would appreciate a moment of your time today."
Huffing, he continued on his walk to his office, grumbling under his breath, "I'm free third period."
"Thank you."
Wandering up to the staff room, she began to boot up her laptop, "Righty ho, let's see what we can find on you Natalie."

Myka woke with a start as the phone on her bedside table rang.
"Sergeant Gray? What's wrong it's three AM."
"I'm at the scene of the last murder, there is a suspicious individual in the area." Taking a moment, Gray continued, "I am going to follow them and observe their movements."
Leaping out of bed, Myka was already pulling on her clothes, "I'm coming with you."
She could hear Gray chuckle, "I thought you would want in on this; that's why I rang you."
"I'm on my way."
"Oh, Myka?"
Pausing, she asked, "Yeah?"
Gray's voice took on a strange tone, "Bring your gun; I really don't like the look of this."

"Baby, it's just for a few days."
Lizzie's eyes darted nervously towards the house, "I can't! I live in a house full of secret service agents!"
Liam scoffed, "I doubt a few pills are gonna be a threat to the president babe. I just need you to keep em stashed until I can find a decent buyer."
Still unsure, she let him shove the plastic bag into her back pack.
Kissing her roughly, he grinned, "Good girl."

Getting into her room, the girl began to scour the area for a decent hiding spot.
Her mothers knew of most of her little stash holes. Cursing, she crammed them into her bedside table; determined to deal with it later.
Jumping when she heard the front door close, her panic soon turned to a scow as she heard her little sister charging up the stairs, "Lizzie!"
Yanking open the door, she yelled, "Shut up!" Before slamming it again. With a dramatic huff she threw herself onto the bed and began to blast her music.

Bracing herself outside of the teacher's office, Helena ran her fingers over the files in her bag.
Knocking neatly twice, she entered at the sound of a low grumble, "Thank you for agreeing to see me Coach Jones."
Sitting back in his chair, and folding his arms over his broad chest, he shrugged, "You didn't give me much choice."
"Still." She schooled her tone into something neutral, "Your cooperation is appreciated all the same." Pulling the files, she opened Natalie's file, "What do you know about a student called Natalie Graham?"
Pausing, his eyebrows knitted a moment before he replied, "That was the kid that killed herself a few months back wasn't it? Can't say I ever knew her, seemed quiet though; what we'd call 'bully bait' in the staff room." Frowning, he grumbled, "What has this got to do with my boys? I doubt they even knew who she was."
Turning the file towards him, she pointed to the sections on the bullying episodes, "Natalie Graham filed reports of bullying on each of the boys who have either committed suicide or attempted it. Do you know of anyone who was close enough to Natalie to want to hurt those who bullied her? A friend? Something more?"
Shaking his head, genuine concern had bled into his eyes, "I don't. Agent Wells; do you think someone is trying to hurt my players?"
With a heavy sigh, she closed the file, "That isn't something I can rule out at the moment. Would it be possible to meet with your players in order to explore this further; it could be invaluable to my investigation."
Nodding, he had become noticeably more cowed, "You can speak to them after training tonight; be on the football field for quarter to six."
Nodding, Helena began to pack her bag, "I'll be there; thank you for your help Coach Jones."

As Myka and Gray got closer to the figure, one thing became more and more clear; there was no way in hell it was human.
Elongated claw like fingers hung at its sides, and its deathly pale skin looked like it was rotting.
If the Police sergeant was scared, it didn't show on her face.
As it turned, Myka stifled a gasp at the fresh blood dripping from its fanged maw.
Black eyes snapped towards them, and the thing released a blood curdling scream before running at them.
It hit her like a ton of bricks, but before it had time to raise a hand, Gray tackled it to the floor.
Snapping at her with it's long rat-like teeth, it screamed in her face as they both scrambled to gain an advantage.
Aiming her tesla, Myka growled as she couldn't get a clear shot without risking Gray.
Landing a heavy blow to the thing's jaw, Emma managed to shove it away and scramble to her feet, "Myka now!"
The creature took a full Tesla blast to the chest and barely broke its stride.
Eyes widening, Emma looked to Myka, "I'm guessing that wasn't meant to happen?"
"No." Myka admitted, "They normally fall down after that."
Catching the next attack, Gray twisted the creature's arm and snapped its wrist, "Might I suggest a gun?"
Pulling her sidearm, Myka smashed the handle against its temple before burying a bullet in its skull.
Shaking its head as if bothered by flies, the creature stumbled, before looking up at them with dead eyes.
But before it attacked again, something caught its attention. Over the crest of the horizon grew the orange glow of the sun. Hissing in fear, the hideous creature turned tail and fled.
"Hey!" Gray roared, before giving chase.
Sprinting after them, Myka mentally thanked herself for putting on flats.
As the Sergeant began to gain, the creature swung around suddenly; delivering a heavy blow to Emma's jaw.
Knocked off balance, the police officer crashed head first into the ground; still at a full sprint.
Panting as she reached the downed officer, Myka cursed, "Damn! It's gone."
Groaning, she pulled herself up to sit, "What on earth was that bloody thing?"
"I don't know. But I think we found our killer."
Stretching her right leg, Emma pressed on the side of her knee a moment before getting back to her feet, "Whatever it was, it was scared of the sun; and I swear that was blood in its mouth…" She paused, "No…. No it couldn't be! That's…. stupid!"
Catching on, Myka shook her head in disbelief, "No… It can't be…"
"Well… if that's what a vampire really looks like, some of the girls I went to school with are going to be heartbroken."

Folding her hands behind her back, Helena shifted slightly in the cold air, as twenty boys came jogging over; Coach Jones at the head of the group.
"Right boys, Agent Wells has some questions for you. You will all answer any questions she has honestly and with as much detail as you can. If I hear any reports of fucking about or lies, then the entire team will be doing drills till you throw up. Am I understood?"
A chant of, "Yes Coach." Was the response.

Three hours, and fifteen players in, Helena was beginning to lose the will to live. Half the boys were lying, that much was certain, the others were just plain callous. When asked about Natalie the reaction was either a noncommittal shrug or a comment among the lines of, "Just a nerd that died a few months ago."
Temper frayed, and patience wearing perilously thin, she looked up to the next boy to come in, "Hello, I'm Agent Wells, and you are?"
The boy was tall, and like many of his team mates was clearly a gym fan. Sitting, his soft grey eyes glanced about nervously, "Clancy."
Keeping her tone light, Helena began, "I'm here on an investigation regarding the recent suicides here at the school. I believe you know the two boys whose lives were cut short, and the third who attempted it?"
"Yeah." He nodded, "The guys played on the team with me."
Approaching the subject carefully, she asked, "Were you aware of another suicide in the school, a few months ago, a young girl called…."
"Natalie." His voice was clipped, "Yes, I was aware Agent Wells." His hands began to wring beneath the table, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.
Zoning in on these reactions, Helena pushed on, "How well did you know Natalie?"
Taking a deep breath, he winced, "Obviously not well enough. I didn't even see it…" Running a hand through his floppy brown hair, he sighed, "Agent Wells, Natalie was my sister." Standing, he waved a hand, "I don't see why Natalie's death has anything to do with what happened to my team mates. They didn't even know her that well."
"Your sister registered complaints of bullying against all three boys…"
"If you've read her files then you know there are complaints about the majority of the football team in there." His voice cracked slightly, "Including me." He shrugged, "Maybe they felt guilty, but I doubt it; they didn't even react when it came out that she had died." With a frustrated sigh, Clancy asked, "Can I go?"
"Yes Clancy." She replied evenly, brain working furiously on the information she had just been provided, "I may need to speak with you again, but we're done for the evening."
Nodding, he gave a dull grunt before walking out.
Standing, she began to pack up her things, "Coach Jones, that will be all for this evening, the boys can go home now."
"All right Agent Wells." Striding into the office, he asked, "Did you manage to get anything?"
Playing with the locket around her neck, she mulled over the evening's events, "I can't say yet, perhaps; but certainly nothing conclusive."

"Hey Clancy!"
Turning, the dark haired boy nodded to his friend, "Hey Todd."
The Blonde haired full back jogged up to his friend, and clapped him on the back, "Did you see that Agent Wells, man? Damn! You reckon she likes younger guys?"
Rolling his eyes, Clancy shook his head, "Dude, you wouldn't have a chance."
"We'll see." His grin turned to a frown, "Why was she asking about that nerd Natalie? It's not like it's related to the guys. Shouldn't they be the focus rather than some dead geek?"
Stiffening, Clancy shrugged, "Fuck knows." Scrubbing his friend's hair, he strode away towards his car, "See you tomorrow dude."

Returning to the station, battered and covered in God knows what, Gray went immediately for the kettle. "Tea or coffee?"
Slumping in a chair, Myka gave a half smile, "Got anything stronger?"
Glancing at her watch, Emma nodded, "That sounds like a plan."

Rubbing her bleary eyes as she entered the school once again, Helena frowned as she saw Coach Jones sprinting over to her, "Agent Wells!"
The panic in the man's voice put her immediately on edge, "Coach Jones, what's wrong?"
There were hints of tears in the huge man's eyes as he panted, "There's been another one. Another one of my boys….. Todd he…. He's dead."

Apologies for the slightly scattered nature of this chapter, trying to write from memory has been a bit difficult- dissertation writing and work being manic has essentially fried my circuits!

As always I would love to hear what you think!

Thanks for reading guys!