REAPER AUTHOR'S NOTE AND STORY SPOILERS

I have a sad story to deliver:

I, Kat, have writers block. I know, I know, I'm really sorry, but the story just isn't coming to me. I am trying my hardest to write the next chapter but it sucks. I'm having many *many* people help me with my story but I have to first explain the plot line of ALIAS to them which takes up a lot of my time. Luckily I have a chosen few who know what I'm talking about when I say "Rambaldi."

Ok, here is a spoiler for next chapter. (This much I have figured out.)

REAPER- Chapter 12: (Chapter Title TBA)

" 'Ello, I'm Mr. Christy to see Arvin Sloane." The tall Irish man with jet black hair said to the small secretary at the front desk.

"Yes, he's right this way Mr. Christy." She said, leading him into Sloane's office.

"Mr. Christy, welcome to Zurich." Sloane said as Mr. Christy stepped trough the large oak and glass doors of the office.

"Thank you Miss Trovolski, that will be all." Sloane said, excusing his secretary. "Oh and one more thing." He called over her.

"Yes Mr. Sloane?" She asked, turning around.

"I won't be taking any calls."

"Yes Mr. Sloane." She said before leaving the room.

"Nice secretary you 'ave there." Christy said, turning around just in time to see the secretary's retreating backside.

"Yes she is Mr. Christy. Now, do you have the document like I asked for?" Sloane asked putting his hand out, expecting Christy to fill it.

"Yes sir." He deadpanned, pulling out a black folder out from the waistband of his jeans.

"Nice place to keep highly valuable documents Christy."

"Quite..no one knows 'dey're there."

"As long as that's the case." Sloane answered, opening the black folder to reveal 3 piece of very old and very yellow paper. Carefully slipping them out of its case he spread them on the large conference table to reveal Leonardo de Vinci like work. On each piece of paper lay a picture haloed in an almost alien like writing.

"I believe those are 'de two most beautiful women I think I 'ave ever seen in me life." Christy said with awe as he stepped forward to get a better look at the drawings. "Who's she?" he asked, pointing to the drawing furthest to the left.

"A mother." Sloane answer simply. "This is her daughter," he said pointing to a drawing of a young woman in the middle, "and this is the man that ties them all together." Sloane said, pointing to the last picture of a man on the right.

"Interesting..but what do I have to do with it?" Christy asked.

"You Mr. Christy are going to help me keep track of all of them for a while." Sloane said, still immersed in the drawings.

"You mean these people are still 'live?" Christy exclaimed.

"Oh yes. Yet this one here is still to be born." He said motioning to the woman in the middle.

Ok, up until then I was doing just fine until "The Word Snatcher" stole my story away from me and now I don't know how to lay my story down.

I have one dire question to ask of you all while I'm... 'Recuperating.'

The mystery girl in the middle needs a name. Now, I have a few and the similarity with the E's is just an odd coincidence. So for your vote, tell me which one I should use.

Adora (means 'Beloved' and its from France.) Aurora (means 'Dawn' in French) Elena (means 'Light') Emma (means 'Beloved') Emily (means 'Universal') Eve (means 'Life') Ella (I don't know what it means.)

And if any of you have any other suggestions, I'd love to hear them. I can't wait to hear what you all think.

Thank you all for bearing with me!

-Kat-