I feel really bad I completely forgot Darquesse could fly duh! but you know I'll try fix that :P sorry I have not uploaded in ages but I've had a giant drama project with a full show to learn all the lines i definitely need my fan fiction fix a lot of stuff get revealed in the next two chapters so stay tuned hehe

Darquesse laughs to herself at the irony of driving the Bentley, of course she could just fly but that just takes the thrill out of the hunt.

She checked the tablet again, number 35 Radclive Lane, Haggard. 'Well, close to home', she thought as she smiled to herself

She turned on the radio, some twat was playing Summer Nights, and annoyed she turned it back off again, and sat back in her seat, clearly not enjoying how long it was taking her to get there.

Five minutes later, she turned onto the road, it was dark, quiet, and looked abandoned; She pulled up near number 35.

The house seemed out of place, it had a neat garden, flower baskets, red tiled roof, it just looked plain weird, as if it came from a cartoon.

'Well not everyone's an architect' she mutters as she knocks on the door. No answer. 'Typical, people never answer their front doors these days.'

The next moment the window is smashed through and she climbs in, the interior was no different to the exterior, the walls were a yellow daffodil colour and all the patterns seemed to be floral in some form, it made her feel sick.

Satisfied that there was no point staying in there, silently, she walked into the corridor, taking her time of course.

She found a door, which lead down somewhere dark and musty. Glad for the opportunity to get away from flowers she started down there completely unafraid of what she might find.

Suddenly she hears a tortured scream; a scream she recognised all too well.

She felt a grin widen across her face whilst a tiny voice in her head gasped.

Sorry this chapters a bit naff and short but the next one has all the interesting bits in I'll probably upload that tomorrow so be on the lookout.