I am very sorry for the very long delay in updating. There are a large number of reasons but basically school, exams and flu pretty much cover it. If this chapter sucks, I apologise, I currently have a temperature. The next one will be better however, and I promise there won't be such a long wait till it arrives this time. Thank you again to those who reviewed, please continue to do so, any input on my story is greatly appreciated.

Chapter 12

Ally slowly woke up, the sun burning through her eyelids. Turning over restlessly, desperately trying to cling to her restful state she realised she was wrapped very snugly against none over than Lucifer himself. Blinking her eyes rapidly in shock she quickly woke up. Seeing the rather peaceful, if tired expression on his face she realised she should probably try to call him Lakh. It was his name after all and he hadn't asked for this mess any more than she had.

Sighing deeply she watched in fascination as his rather shaggy hair lifted with her exhaled breath. The implications of their close proximity were finally dawning on her. She could feel his heartbeat, steadily beating close to her ear, the feeling of his arms around her oddly comforting. Running her hands up along his arms and across his back she marvelled at the strength she could feel. Feeling those muscles tense under her touch she froze, worried she'd woken him and unsure what to do.

'Don't stop on my account.'

Startled at the sudden sound of his deep voice her eyes whipped up to meet his. She could feel the vibrations of his silent laughter and started to carefully draw herself back out of his arms. When his arms tightened around her she looked up in confusion.

Lakh stared back at her, equally confused. Over the millennia he had had thousands of lovers, but he suddenly felt as if he had never had a single one. Realising how nervous she was he simply eased her back against him and rested his chin on top of her head. Slowly he rubbed her back and where skin met skin, sparks trailed. The soulmate connection humming around them, the two leisurely drifted in and out of each others' minds. Marvelling at the details of each others lives. For a short while oblivious to all around them.

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Wraith sat shaking with suppressed laughter. Transporting herself out of the room she took out the hated contraption and contacted her superior. Flipping her hair over her shoulder she glared evilly at a pervy old man who was leering at her until he quickly scuttled down the street. When she was finally connected she went straight into her report, knowing she didn't have to identify herself.

'Well, first of all, I have to say, it would be damn difficult for me to get as close to the target as the Daybreak operative.'

She heard a very confused silence and then a rather indignant voice came over the connection. 'Well, it's what you're being paid to do, so you better find a way.'

Wraith just laughed even harder. 'Ah, but you see, you don't understand. The two of them are currently wrapped around each other in her tiny little bed. When I left them, they looked rather cosy. Unless you think she has lately homosexual feelings, which I very much doubt at this stage I think that's going to be rather challenging. As you of course are well aware, more challenging jobs require more pleasing pay checks.'

The snarl that met her last question said it all. Hanging up the phone she dropped it into her pocket while she sat swinging her legs leisurely. She's always taken a very laid back approach to her assignments. She only very rarely made mistakes, and if she did, she covered her tracks and made up for it.

Stretching lazily she mentally made her plans for the week ahead. Tomorrow was the first day of the school term. As far as she could see that was the best way for her to make her entrance, subtly. She would have to act fast, but it was amazing how much more efficient things could become if you used a little mental persuasion.

Whipping out her phone again she told Midnight to make arrangements for her at the local school. It didn't matter what lessons. She was seventeen but the training she had received from her parents in her formulative years had taught her everything she needed to know. It was the only thing they had done right for her. By the age of twelve she had not only gone through rigorous physical training but also extensive academic lessons. She smiled in remembrance, a bitter smile. Her parents had formed her into the perfect little assassin. And then sold her to midnight to save their own lives. Generally she found it difficult to remember their faces; she hadn't seen them in five years, and they hadn't played a particularly big part in the first twelve either if memory served her right.

Things weren't so bad for her now though she supposed, in fact, she was rather pleased with the way things were going. Due to her rather unique abilities she always got the more interesting missions. Life was never boring, which was all she had ever asked for. No parents, no school, a life of liberties, and a possible promotion in the near future if she did well on this mission.

Throwing herself nimbly off the wall she strolled down the road to her car and quickly drove to her car. She would start having to be strategic. If she wanted it to seem natural that this girl befriended her she had to make herself similar to her in as many ways as possible without is looking suspicious. First things first would be clothes and hair, the first things most people noticed. Glancing at her hair she smiled. That at least was one less thing to worry about. Her hair was her one vanity and so remained reasonably stylish and would not have to be changed. Glancing down at her clothes she winced. Her loose, flowing clothes that guaranteed the maximum range of movement would unfortunately have to go. At the moment she looked as if she was wearing a more modern alternative of a martial arts uniform.

Banging her head against the steering wheel she changed her direction and headed towards and shopping centre. Suddenly being surrounded by people she froze. She was jostled and jolted by people on all sides and it was very difficult to make her way through the crowds. Seeing a brief break in the masses she pushed her way through and dove into a nearby shop with relief.

Glancing around she noticed in confusion that no clothes appeared to be on display. Frowning she shook her head, no, she wasn't that out of touch, clothes shops generally displayed their wares for all to peruse, she was sure of it, pretty sure at least.

'Can I help you?'

Turning around in relief she encountered a small unassuming young woman. Resisting the urge to get her in a strangle hold and beat some information out of her in the usual manner she summoned a smile, that she was sure was closer to a grimace.

'I'm sorry, I was looking for a set of clothes to wear for the new school year, and I appear to have come to the wrong place.' Turning around to leave she was stopped in her tracks by the assistants next words.

'No, indeed my dear; in fact, you've come to exactly the right place.' Stepping back into the shop she raised an eyebrow at the woman, allowing her to explain. 'How much would you be willing to spend on this fine day? Amused at the woman's odd use of language she had to pause slightly before answering.

'Money isn't an issue. I have to buy what is in Vogue that is all that matters.' If possible the woman's smile widened even further. If possible the woman's smile got even wider.

'Excellent, I'm sure we can accommodate you. Would you like to select the clothes yourself or would you like us to take notes and measurement and have them selected and delivered for you?' Wraith stepped back slightly and cocked her head to one side. They could do that nowadays? She started to smile, this was definitely more her style.

'The second option, definitely the second option.' The woman nodded and then promptly disappeared. Looking around in confusions again Wraith wondered what was happening this time. Suddenly the woman reappeared and started to take rapid notes and measurement of every possibly kind. Getting a little testy by the end of it the woman thankfully got it over with quickly. She had never particularly liked physical contact, unless it came in the form of her fist meeting someone else's face. After taking her credit card details and home address she was free to go. One shop, never having to look at clothes, no margin for error in her selection; it seemed flawless. Grinning she climbed back in the car, far happier than when she had left it. Things were starting to run smoothly.