Huntsgirl:

"I am VERY dissapointed Drake." I tutted like a mother finding her son taking sweets without permission.

"Well, excuse me! I wasn't given all the information." He snarled, his voice echoeing harshly around the abandonned subway station, that now housed the three remaining Huntsclan members AND an angry vampire.

"Do you want your memories or not?" I asked calmly, smirking at the terrified forms of 88 and 89 who held siver crosses out before their shivering forms.

"You disgust me!" Drake roared, baring his canine fangs at me and began advancing slowly, before I gestured my Huntstaff (with its brand new silver points) lazily in his direction, halting his movements, "Of course I do."

"Then do what your told, and our employer will reward you for your efforts." I said,

"Employer?"

"Honestly! Do you think I go around trying to kill random kids?!" I asked sarcastically,

"You never know." I heard 88 mutter.

"My employer has taken an interest in the boy. Your mission has changed by the way." I said, beginning to spin the staff in my hands.

"Let me guess." Drake sighed, rolling his eyes, "You want him alive?"

He barely got a nod as my reply...

Rose:

"I REALLY have feelings for you!" I said, cursing myself for hurting him,

"Let me clean you up." I said sarcastically, pouring my glass on the jerk,

"Hiiyaa!" I roared

"This is our dream date!" I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist in the basket of the hot air balloon.

"Here's your proof!" I growled, casting the contents of a small coarse fabric sack at him,

"It's all so weird!" I said as we innocently walked through the snow covered park,

"Jake?!" I asked, my voice full of hope as the boy I loved stood before me.

Training to be the ultimate warrior in a room full of older people.

A masked man with huge hands snatching me from my mother as I wailed. My final battle cries in the background.

I woke up with a start and a funny feeling in my chest, with the sudden urge to cry deep into my pillow almost over powering. The feeling was like many things in my life, familiar but on a distant and untraceable way.

Rubbing my eyes I sat up in bed and reached to the bedside cabinet. Putting my glasses on and cursing as the digital alarm clocks numbers read 1:56 am.

There was no way I could get back to sleep! Especially with the nagging feeling that I should be doing something.

Then I flicked on the lamp and watched the light fall on my lime green schoolbag.

Seconds later the contents lay in a disjointed mess with my prize held in my hands. 'The Diary of Rose Smith'...

Could I read it? Yeah!

They named me Rose Kildragonosa. It is my destiny, my heritage, my birthright. Since birth, I've wanted to be different. Special. So I was shocked when I found myself rebelling against my given name.

So I changed it to Rose Smith.

The entry wasn't dated nor did it shed much light on the persons character. So I flicked through some pages to find something more worthy of my time.

This could be a long night...

Lily:

She wanted SOOO bad to be able to walk down the hall and claim Jake Long as her boyfriend. But fate seemed to deal the cards to anyone but her.

Since Fillmore, she had admired the goofy skater boy from afar. Marvelling at his cuteness, his hidden intellect and wisdom, his chivallry and all of the finer parts of his broad personality.

Then her sister came along.

She wasn't only Mom and Dad's favourite kid, but Jake seemed completely smitten with her. (Then and now.)

I was on the roof, where I caught the pair of them in their little world. I was angry, confused and honsetly hurt. But Rose would never know. I'd never let her.

Ending up back in the hall outside of out door. I was about to go inside when a commotion up the hall caught my attention.

I can't help being curious. Can I?

Jake:

"Not only is it 2 in the morning!" Sun roared at Susan, "But you threaten me and my son!"

"Mom please!" Jake begged, "Susan. Just go away! Everything was fine before"

Both women turned and stared at the boy, completely astonished,

"What?!" Jake asked,

"You've never called me mom!" Sun gasped,

"Oh! So she's your mom now?! Huh?!" Susan growled,

"You made it quite clear that you don't want to be!" I said in return,

"You selfish brat." Susan snarled

"You two faced swine!" I shot back, "Get out!"

"Oh! I'm two faced?! Dragon boy!" Susan roared at me and in my anger I shifted into a dragon.

I was big as a dragon normally. But this time was different.

My head was by my feet. My scaly ripped dragon muscles were bigger, broader and thicker than usual. I stood a good few feet taller and my senses were sharper and better than ever.

"My. God!" Susan gasped, staring up at the boy she raised. Who had become a huge fire breathing dragon. A creature much larger than I usually transformed into.

Reverting to his human form, I found that I seemed to have grown a few inch's and I was full of anger.

"Get! Out!" I growled and Susan scampered out. Leaving me and my mother alone.

Glaring after her, I turned and flung open the window.

"Jacob? Where are you going?" Sun asked,

"To end this." I growled and flung myself from the window. Transforming and speeding across the sky. A name running though my mind.

Rotwood…

The Employer:

I awaited him. The boy would find me eventually. I was hiding in plain sight.

Or maybe I was too obvious?

Or maybe he wasn't interested?

No. He simply wasn't looking for me. I needed to drop him some clues. Maybe threaten his family? His friends? His very livelyhood? I would think of something.

Then I would get my revenge on Jake Long… and that tretcherous Rose too.

Heinz:

My apartment was destroyed. The windows and furniture smashed. I cowered behind my desk, staring into the fiery red eyes of Jake Long.

"Where is it?!" He growled,

"W-what?" I whimpered. His dragon form hand burst in a few minutes ago and the beast had wasted no time in destroying everything.

"The camera! The photos! Don't make me destroy you Rotwood!" Jake growled, slamming his open palms on the wooden desk and making me jump.

"I-i- here we go." I gasped, fumbling through my drawers and flinging the camera at him. Watching him crush it in his hands.

"Where's you're cell phone?" Jake growled and I hastily placed it on the table. Then screeched as the red and yellow 10 foot dragon reappeared and belched a blue flame that scorched the phone, my computer and the desk they both lay upon, and left them in a horrific heap of ash, melted rubber, metal and shattered glass.

"Don't mess with us again Rotwood." The dragon that was my Mythology student growled before destroying MORE of the apartment as it flew away. Leaving me cold and alone.

Rushing to the landline roughly 10 minutes later (10 minutes of soiling myself in fear that he would return) I called The Employer.

"S-sir. He w-was here." I stuttered when my boss answered, "He destroyed the evidence."

"Take more pictures Heinz." The man said lazily from the other side of the phone, "Don't give him warning this time, don't be sloppy and greedy and do NOT fail me Heinz. Understand?"

I grunted a yes and he hung up.

Staring at the devastation in utter horror. I curled up into a ball and slipped into a quiet corner. Rocking myself to sleep. Fearing for my life.

Rose:

I treated it like a book of fiction. In a way, it made it so easy.

This girl claimed to have been trained to fight and kill mythical beasts. Training in particular to kill dragons in particular.

Then there were other things. Things that made her seem more and more like. Well… me!

The description of her sounded awfully like myself. This girl also wore blue contact lenses as her eyesight was poor. As was mine. She enjoyed the same books as me, same music, same favourite colours and, according to the last entry I had read, a similar life…

I have decided. That I don't like contact lenses. But the disguise requires them.

It was the first day of my station. I was stationed with none other than my mentor and hero the Huntsman. We were living the life of uncle and niece, the niece attending Fillmore Middle School.

My original plan was to lay low. Get good grades, maybe join some unexceptional extra curriculum club. It was a plan worthy of my cover and mission. Simple, delicate, perfect…

Then I was hit with a skateboard.

I didn't know whether to read on. I had met Jake a year ago when HE hit ME with a skateboard. It was a big assumption to make. But only three kids skated to school then and now. It was a big assumption, so I warily stared at the page and read the next sentence and slammed the book shut. My heart and breath racing,

His name was Jake Long.

Oh my!