A/N: PLOT TWIST

It was another dull morning in Fleet Street. The sun light remained out of site and hidden away from everything, Charlie woke up fairly early and stood outside, she felt sick and apathetic.

Another day

Another city

More people

She rubbed her eyes and stared at the sky, "Typical day" she stared at the site of the far away Big Ben. It was 9:13 am; her shop opens at 10:30 am. She gave a long sigh and said goodbye to outside's fresh air and the charming towns' people and walked into her dreary shop.

Charlie grabbed a duster and pushed all the grimes of dust and dirt off the counters. She lit a couple of candles to light up the shop and walked into the back room where she spent her days pouring red sauce into pink and purple jars. Because that's how some people are, the more they waste away and start to dream of a brighter future there mouths get smaller and smaller.

And mine was small to begin with. Just keeps getting smaller and smaller.

Charlie placed all the jars in one basket and walked out to the front. She placed the baskets in a order by how old the "red sauce" is. Next Charlie goes and walks down to the basement. She rolled her eyes at how bad of a dump the place was. The basement was a mistake and had a random well in it. It never came to use till now. Charlie looked down and saw a the human who is trapped down there,

"Jesus Christ! And I thought humans where smarter then that!" Charlie spat bitterly

The Lady trapped down there looked like an Aristocrat; her hair was braded and looped up into a bun. She wore a chocolate brown dress and had her wallet out, "Please let me go, I'll give you anything"

"Please let me go, I'll I've you anything" Charlie mocked, "I'm not going to hurt you if you're not going to be a stupid Prat!"

The lady quivered up a bit and nodded,

"Good girl" Charlie said, "Now turn around"

The lady did as told, she was a plumped little thing, and she smiled weakly

"You can't be that good!" she rolled her eyes. Charlie walked in to the back of the basement and pulled out something rapped in cloth and two pills. "Here" she handed them to the frightened Lady.

"No, no! You are going to poison me!" she shivered. The long hours in the dark, trapped inside of someone house would give you the idea that some one is trying to kill you. Thought Charlie wasn't really planning on giving sympathy,

"I hate when they do that!" she muttered to her self "Look these are going to help you forget everything that just happened!"

"No you're trying to kill me" she said, yet again

"I hate humans" she sighed and pushed her down the well. The lady crashed down and died instantly. "Stupid bloody bugger!"

Charlie roughly stomped up the steps of the shop and started at the grandfather clock, it was 9:56 and a lady walked in. Charlie didn't care too look up, "Were closed"

It was Lucy; she fell on the floor and coughed up blood. Charlie looked up "Look! Wer-"her eyes widened, "LUCY!" she rushed to her side and helped her up and ushered her to a table. She reached over a grabbed a glass and filled it with water and pressed it against her lips, "Drink it down!"

Lucy swallowed it and gasped. Charlie set down the glass and looked up at Lucy, "Luc…." She started, "Luc, can you-"

"Yes, yes. I can" She said weakly and wiped her mouth. Charlie saw the newly formed fangs on the top of her mouth. She gasped,

"Lucy did you turn back" Charlie asked

She nodded, "Yes, I have. But not the way you think"

"Well! How did you change back! Well I'm still wondering how you became human also"

Lucy told Charlie everything. To where Nellie "killed" her and to the part where Benjamin saved her. Charlie shook her head in disbelief, "I know my sister can be a bloody harpy but she wouldn't try to kill you"

Lucy gave her a stare with probity meant: What are talking about!

"The bite marks tell the story!" she grumbled, "Benny just wanted save my life, but to be truthful. I wanted to die"

Charlie frowned and hit her over the head

"Ow!" Lucy snapped

"Don't think that way!" she snapped back, "Maybe this may be good for you. I mean you have a new life" Charlie stood up, "From the past 12 years you have been ageing and growing old! Why don't you just be your old self?"

"Because I was so out of it when Benny was shipped out to sea I couldn't bare to be my self. It reminded me too much of him" Lucy started to cry at the memory. "And let's not forget the fucking bugger! Alexander Turpin"

"Wasn't he the guy who raped you?

"YES! He was!" she growled lowly

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