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Thanks to everyone to who's reviewed!Esp my three girls, smily, loz and lil' lisa. Oh, note to Andrea, Liz isn't a vamp, though James is and he isn't the old soul. Sorry...everyone keeps getting confused.

So, briefing....Liz is asleep on the train and she has a bad dream/memory of one of her particularly nasty lives (she has alot) James - soulmate of Liz, forms a soul link by touching her cheek (sweet! I know) and he goes in with the dream with her and sees the horrible past (her getting raped by a different vamp, not James, James wasn't alive yet)...leaving the token of his love in form of a necklace. Now James is searching for a way to avoid his seeing what he did again. However, he's having no luck so he's going to the Kent Daybreak headquarters.....If anyone has any more queries, just stick it on a review, and I'll put a note on the next chapter.

Dead Ends For James

James peered over the piles of books that had been building up over the last few hours, and ran his fingers through his messy dark brown hair. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept properly. He was a withdrawn, broken figure. He'd been looking for years for an answer to a question he was probably never going to get. The best snippet of information he'd got was 'memory stress can be released and neutralized through different forms of energy', but then the book had concluded with, 'experiences differ with each person'. He was getting no where. He'd spent the last few months looking for something, anything, that would stop him seeing what he saw again, stop her from hurting. He shuddered at the thought, he couldn't face watching Elizabeth's life slip away again, watch her slit her own wrists again...He smiled distractedly at a middle aged, rosy cheeked witch, as she passed him. He would have to go somewhere....better equipped. The Kent Daybreak Head Quarters, perfect, it was stocked with the best, oldest, newest, varied texts he knew. But how to get there...

James sat huddled against a Play-station, deeply involved in a game of "Buffy - The Journey of a Slayer", the irony in killing your own kind in computer game form was too tempting for him, though humans don't do any different in their wars, in ways far more gruesome, and yet, vampires are always seen as worse. Just thinking about the events of the second world war, and his father's accounts of it, reduced James opinion of them greatly. He decided to get revenge on the them by watching the badly programmed vampires ( we're more intelligent than that, what do they think we are? Zombies? ) tear the, almost identical twin of Barbie, slayer to pieces. Restarting the game, he watched it happen all over again. Fun. He'd probably need therapy for this soon. James listened to the sound of his mother, thundering down the stairs in a swish of fiery red hair. Pulling himself away from the dying Buffy, James turned to watch his mother hand comb her hair in the hall mirror. Bouncing shortly behind, his mid thirties looking vampire father followed doing his tie. James' mother took over. The boy leaned casually against the door frame.

"Now James, we'll be back some time after twelve and if I find you out of bed I'll cut your allowance, or your hair..."

"Mum!" she ruffled the red streaked brown 'mane'.

"Far too long," she stood back and viewed her sixteen year old son, and wondered what had happened to turn her promising child, into a lonely wreck. "Well, how do we look." James viewed the grand pair. His Redfern mother and Wildfire father had met three hundred years ago, as vampire kiddies, at a ball, and hid in the pudding room. They'd been friends ever since. It wasn't until the end of the second world war, after his father, Demitrius, returned from fighting (he'd been for humans ever since he tried chocolate in that same pudding room) and they realised that their feelings for each other were deeper than they thought. Now, they were off to a Daybreak meeting to discuss unions with some rogue Vampire gangs.

"Stunning, knock 'em dead," with an apologetic nod for the appalling pun, he shooed them out of the house and watched them drive away. As soon as the pair had disappeared around the corner, James grabbed his bag and leaped onto his bike, he had some research to do.

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What will he uncover at the library???

Moths..souls...or old socks???

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