Hi guys. Sorry for the late update. I was on holiday then had huge problems with my internet connection for the last few days. So here is another chapter. It's a pretty short filler chapter but I've already started working on the next chapter and it will be up very, very soon. I promise :) So enjoy this for the time being.

Thanks to: livvixxx, , Cassie-D 101, winxgirl1997, Lunawolf, Lilithdra, Paris101, LittleRedVampire, Ally-Woods-rox, StoryFire1864 and Shannon the Original for reviewing the last chapter. Believe me when I say (or rather write) it means a lot!

2010

I woke up with a scream, remembering what my life had become over the last 1000 years. The nightmare I had just had about my human life had brought up big emotions. My father, my 17th birthday party which had of course been the last human day of my life, what my father had done to me and why I was now running from him. But it hadn't all been bad. I thought back to the good times when my father had given me the ruby ring which still lay on my finger to this day and that stunning bracelet he had given me on my last day which I regretted dropping by accident.

Thinking about all this jewellery made me think about another certain piece. I went over to the immaculate dressing table where my black leather jacket lay and fished my pockets. I felt my hand hit a hard object and pulled out an Aztec looking ring. It had a silver band, and a very old looking clear moonstone which at the centre of was a kind of misty rainbow colour. The moonstone was surrounded by a layer of gold. This was what I had stolen from Henry and his pack of werewolves. This was why they were after me. I had just simply stolen it because I know what an inconvenience it would be to them.

That's what my life had come too; inconveniencing other people, having fun. My life had no purpose, I was just surviving, existing.

Talking about inconveniencing people, I decided to take a look around the town. It was 7.30 a.m. and I took a quick shower and dressed wearing a cute flowery white and hot pink dress which went well with my silky, dark brown hair. I threw over a denim jacket because it was still quite chilly outside. I slid on a pair of wedges, knowing the weather would warm up in the next hour or so.

I strode out of my room, passing the sweet Mrs Flowers who gave me a warm smile and entered the town. I walked around, walking past a small clothes store, a tool shop, the local school and stopped when I saw the bar I had passed last night, the Mystic Grill. Very imaginative. This town is really a one trick pony town, I thought as I entered the Grill.

But when I entered the Grill, I saw something that made me do a double take and eat my words.

"Mother!" was my first impulse when I saw the olive skinned beauty sitting at a table with a boy her age. But of course it wasn't my mother.

Katerina was my next thought. But as I got closer, I realised it wasn't Katerina. I sensed this girl was human and the boy, who I noticed was very easy on the eye, was clearly a werewolf.

A doppelgänger. This news was shocking, especially after I had not known Katerina had given birth to a child.

Seeing this latest doppelgänger kind off lifted my spirits. It was nice to see how my mother had looked like even though the doppelgänger was not my mother, because I possessed no memories, not even any portraits of her.

But of course I had met Katerina before so this was not my first time seeing a doppelgänger. And that meeting had been a very memorable one indeed.

1492

I had returned to the country I had grown up in upon hearing rumours that my father had located the doppelgänger here. I knew it was risky but I just had to see her. It was a way just to get that little bit closer to my mother.

I heard a shrilling laugh and turned to see a girl who looked about my age running from none other than my uncle Elijah. This was the doppelgänger. The rumours had been true. Katerina Petrova was an exquisite beauty, just as my mother had been.

She was playing with uncle Elijah who was meant to catch her clearly not understanding the rules of the game by letting her get away. Finally, they sat down and from where I was hiding behind some bushes, I could hear exactly what they were saying.

"I do not believe in love Katerina," he was saying and I wondered if that was really true. Did Uncle Elijah really feel nothing for Katerina after he had loved my mother nearly 500 years previously?

The young doppelgänger replied, "That is too sad for me to accept, my lord. Life is too cruel… if we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?"

This made me think about something. Before I had arrived in England all I had wanted to do was see a glimpse of Katerina and then leave. Now that I was here and had just heard what this young and slightly naïve girl had said, could I really let her die in such a horendous way? She reminded me of my human self, of the things I once wanted but were snatched from me; true love, marriage, a good life. Could I really let he same happen to her, again for my father's selfish agenda?

Suddenly I sensed someone about 100 yards from my current location, coming at a fast pace, very close to where I was. I retreated back further into the bushes and a moment later, saw the man himself, the reason why I was living this life. My father had arrived and was now approaching his brother and Katerina.

He hadn't changed much. Of course his attire was different from the 1026 time period and his hair were slightly shorter. I watched as a concerned Katerina asked about the blood on his shirt and he simply brushed it of as a fight at the tavern. But I knew better. It had been dinner. The blood of some poor girl. Not that I was any better. I regularly fed on people, killing a few if I wished for my enjoyment, rarely getting the blood I need from animals.

As I studied my father further, seeing him smirk back at Elijah as he left with Katerina, I sensed his character was now darker then the day I had left him. Maybe it was due to his obsession with the curse and his plight for power over the years?

I thought of Sabina, the servant girl my father had forced me to take blood from and who I had killed. I thought of myself. I had clearly been a girl not wishing to die and be turned into a vampire. And with that I knew I could not let an innocent girl die again, for my father's own selfish needs. I would help this Katerina escape from my father's clutches. The only question was how?

So Bea's going to help Katerina. But how? And will she get caught? And what does this mysterious moonstone ring do exactly? There's a link to a picture of the ring on my profile picture.

As I said at the start, I promise to have the next chapter up very soon…OH and reviews? It takes ages to write a chapter but a few seconds to review so please do :) Sarah xxx