Disclaimer: I only dream of owning Roswell and the Night World, cuz if I did, I'd be rich!

Author's Note: I realize that some of you people may not know about the Night World Series. I'm only going to give a short summary about the series and some of the couples. If you want more information, try looking up L. J. Smith or the Night World on Amazon and read the teasers along with people's reviews. They tend reveal some plot points as well. So far nine books have been published, and the 10th has been in limbo for the past 6 years (Sob!). L. J. Smith is a very good young adult writer; she focuses on stories surrounding the supernatural, teens, and love. Her other series include The Secret Circle, The Vampire Diaries, and Dark Visions to name a few, the Night World series is her latest.

Basically, the Night World isn't a place; it's a secret society of supernatural beings, witches, vampires, shape shifters. They exist in the shadows side by side to human society, anybody can be a Night Person, your friend, teacher, cab driver, anyone. They're always beautiful and deadly. The Night World stays in the shadows because human history has shown the Night Council that if humans knew that the Night World existed then they would be decimated. Therefore, there are two major rules you never break. You don't tell a human about the Night World and you don't fall in love with them, ever. The books are stories about what happens with those two rules are broken, and talks about the soulmate principle. This principle states that each person has a soulmate; a person can recognize his/her soulmate immediately. When a person finds his/her soulmate, sparks fly, and I'm not talking figuratively. In the books, especially between human/vampire relationships, L. J. Smith writes that when two soulmates have skin to skin contact there is some serious sparkage, and instant connection that sends the two consciousnesses into their own little world. I won't go that much more in depth, because I plan on explaining it more in later chapters, but that's what you need to know in basic history.

History on specific couples, this is going to kind of short too because I have yet to decide how far I'm going in the Night World timeline (Sorry, but I don't remember all of the last names to some of the boys).

Sweet Vampire: Poppy North and James Rasmussen, Poppy discovers that she's dying of cancer. Unable to watch his best friend die, James not only tells Poppy about the Night World, but turns her into a vampire. The problem? What James did to save his soulmate is illegal and his cousin, Ash Redfern, finds out. In the end, Ash doesn't turn her over to the Night World, and we find out that Poppy is a lost witch. Lost witches are psychics; they are people who are descended from witches, but never knew their heritage, they are the only Night People allowed to live among humans, because even lost witches don't know the Night World exist; they're just aware of it until told about the Night World by a Night Person.

Daughters of Darkness: Mary-Lynnette Carter and Ash Redfern, when Ash's three sisters runaway from home to their Great-Aunt Opal's, Ash is sent to bring them home, or kill them. Meanwhile, Mary-Lynnette Carter wishes for something to happen in her small/sleepy town of Briar Creek. However, after the Redfern sisters arrive, Mary-Lynnette gets her wish and then some when Great-Aunt Opal's body is discovered. After solving the murder, Mary-Lynnette sends Ash away, not because she doesn't love him, but because she's not ready to be with her soulmate and neither is Ash ready to be tied to a human.

Spellbinder: Thea Harman and Eric Ross, Thea and her cousin Blaise have been expelled from 5 high schools in the past 2 years. Thea is just hoping to keep her cousin and herself out of trouble 'till the end of the year. However, when Blaise decides to go after Eric for her amusement, a desperate Thea does whatever she can to save Eric, even if it means telling him everything about the Night World, and betraying everything she was taught as a witch. When discovered, Thea offers to drink the Cup of Lethe (in Greek mythology the river of Lethe was the River of Forgetfulness), and become a lost witch, forgetting her heritage to save Eric and her life. In a sudden change of heart, Blaise switches the drink with tea, so her cousin/sister witch can keep her powers, and still be with her soulmate.

Dark Angel: Gillian Lennox (Harman) and David Blackburn, after a near death experience, Gillian discovers she has a guardian angel watching over her. Now her angel is helping her, getting her into the "in" crowd, landing a date with her crush, even telling her about the Night World, and revealing that Gillian is actually a lost witch. But then her angel starts asking her to do strange things, so who is this angel and what does he really want with Gillian? Her angel really is the soul of a distant cousin with a secret holding his spirit from moving on. He needs Gillian's help to set things right, so he can move on. Unlike later books, there really is no one antagonist fighting against Gillian.

The Chosen: Rashel Jordan and John Quinn, ahh, my favorite couple. Rashel's mother was killed in front of her by a vampire when she was five. Now she's a vampire slayer, one of the best, known by the alias the Cat. Quinn was the son of a Puritan priest, who fell in love with Dove Redfern, only to have Hunter Redfern change him over against his will. Fast forward to present day, Quinn hates all humans and is involved in an illegal slave trade. When the two actually meet, sparks fly; finally, Quinn and Rashel manage to escape an enclave of angry vampires. Will go into more detail in my story.

Soulmate: Hannah Snow and Thierry Descouedres, oooh, this was my favorite book. Hannah has everything going for her, friends, good grades, a scholarship for college, and then things get weird. As her 17th birthday approaches, she starts finding notes she doesn't remember writing, warning her about her impending death. She learns that she's an Old Soul, a person whose soul has been reincarnated over and over again, and for most of her incarnations, she's never lived to see her 17th birthday. Thierry Descouedres is Hannah's soulmate, and her first incarnation's killer. He has spent lifetimes trying to make up for his mistake, only he's not the only person searching for Hannah. Maya, the vampire who changed Thierry, is obsessed with him, and if she can't be with him, then Hannah's soul can't either. As you all can see, they turn out okay, because they're together in my fic.

Huntress: Jezabel (Jez) Redfern and Morgead, this book introduces the Wild Powers. Jez Redfern use to be a real bad ass, humans were vermin afraid of her and her gang, until she remembers her mother was human. Now she's an agent for Circle Daybreak, and a vampire hunter. Circle Daybreak discovers a prophesy of four beings possessing the magical blue fire needed to save the world from the apocalypse, yet there's a catch, Daybreak needs all four, one less and the human world is doomed at the millennium. However, the Night World knows of the prophesy, and wants the Wild Powers for themselves. Jez's former gang announces that they found the first Wild Power, so now Jez has to go back and convince them to turn over the Wild Power to her, or it could be the end of the world. Morgead is one angry lamia, now in charge of the gang after Jez suddenly leaves with out a trace, she comes back into his life and demands the Wild Power, like that's going to happen. But when they meet and connect, both are surprised to learn that they're soulmates, suddenly things become very confusing.

Black Dawn: Maggie Neely and Delos Redfern, Maggie's older brother, Miles, turns up missing, and Maggie doesn't believe the explanation his girlfriend Syliva tells her family. Confronting Syliva, Maggie gets dragged to a forgotten kingdom ruled by the Night World by a very arrogant Delos Redfern. Delos is more than just a lamia prince, he's also a Wild Power, and he has no intention of helping Circle Daybreak, even if his soulmate is human. It's up to Maggie to make him see that his great-grandfather, Hunter, is only using him, and she needs to free a couple of slaves while she's at it.

Witchlight: Raksha Keller and Galen Drache, Keller is an agent of Circle Daybreak; she's also a shape shifter capable of becoming a black leopard. Keller's and her crew's assignment is to bring the third Wild Power, a lost witch, name Illiana to Circle Daybreak and to a binding ceremony between the witches and the shape shifters. She first thinks that Galen, joining the assignment will be a nuisance and refuses to take him with her until she's informed that he's the son of the First House of Shape shifters, and the man Illiana will be promised to. Too bad he's also Keller's soulmate.

I'm not sure if I'm going to even include characters from the last three books into my story, but if I do, I'll be sure to mention some more background information for everyone. Hope this answers some of your questions about the Night World, and if not, go out to your local library and check out the books to read for yourself.

Nerrivik: Was this enough info for you? Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Okay for some dumb reason ff.net won't show stars and tildas, so from now on, when you see a section in italics and bordered off by the horizantial bars it's either a flashback or a dream sequence. Don't worry, I'll specifiy.

Chapter 2 -- Introductions

It was her first day of school, and she didn't want to go. Goddess, someone should pay for deciding 6:30 am is a good time to meet before school. Rashel thought as Thierry and her rode up to the entrance to West Roswell High. Before she could open the passenger door, Thierry grabbed her arm, while he held out his other hand. "Give me the knife, Rashe."

She sighed and reached into her boot. Then she handed over the 6 inch wooden blade. Thierry gave her a knowing smile, "And the others?" She rolled her eyes as she reached for her other boot and handed him another wooden knife. A couple of minutes later, after she handed over another shorter blade, three kuni (throwing knives), two stilettos and one silver letter opener, Thierry let her out of the car. She drew the line at taking out the three small hair stilettos holding up her hair though.

Thierry chuckled as he joined her out of the car. Rashe, I thought you were trying to be normal for once. He asked her as they walked towards the school.

Hey, I just want to be prepared.

You're not here to hunt vampires or 'shifters. What if a teacher found out about your litter armory? You could be expelled.

No, the school manual covers metal blades, not wooden ones. Besides, I know better than to get caught by a teacher. God, Thierry, who do you think I am? Some amateur? She asked indignation evident in her mind.

"No," he smiled at her, "What would you say if Liz, Maria, or Alex found those weapons on you?"

She shrugged, "I take my personal safety very seriously?"

He laughed at her comment, "I didn't have time to ask you since we got back so late; how was it seeing Liz Parker and Maria Deluca again after 12 years? You have to admit any chance you had of making a quiet return to Roswell is completely blown now."

Rashel gave him a grin at the observation as she remembered last night.

"Oh my God! We were just talking about you!" The blonde waitress cried out.

"Huh?" was Rashel's eloquent response as the two waitresses gaped at her. "I'm sorry, but do we know each other? You two seem familiar, yet I can't seem to put names to the faces." She told them as she left the booth to help them clean up the glass.

The brunette gave her a little smile. "How about a hint?" She asked Rashel as she picked up the fallen picture frame. "Watch out for the broken glass." She warned as she handed it to Rashel.

Rashel blinked a couple of times before realization began to clear her eyes. Looking back at the two she ventured a guess. "Lizzie? Maria?"

The two girls squealed and gave the taller girl a hug. The commotion brought Jeff Parker from the back, "Hey, what is going on here girls?" He asked exasperated before Liz and Maria parted to reveal Rashel. He froze as he recognized the lanky teen. Jeff opened his mouth, but no sound came out, so he closed it and tried again. When he found himself speechless again, he turned around and went into the back of the café. The teens only glanced at each other utterly confused for about five minutes.

Then Jeff returned pulling a very surprised and perplexed Nancy Parker. "Jeff, what has gotten into you?" Instead of answering his wife, he just pointed towards their daughter and the others. Turning she saw Rashel, her hands went to her mouth, and her eyes became misty. "Rashel? Little Shelly Jordan?" she asked; her voice cracking from shock. When Rashel nodded, she started to cry and went over to the girl to give her a big, tight hug.

"Um, Mrs. Parker? Rashel can't breathe." Maria told her after Nancy wouldn't let go after a minute.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she sniffled. "Look at you; you're so tall and beautiful." Nancy told her cupping Rashel's face in her hands. "You have Linda's face." Suddenly, she seemed to notice Thierry and Hannah in the booth. "You have friends with you; you must be hungry. Jeff get them whatever they want. On the house." Nancy rambled on while her husband nodded numbly. "You still like strawberry malts and Saturn rings. right? Of course you do. And Amy's apple pies. Except we're out. That's okay; I'll call her right now. Be right back." She dried her eyes and left the shell-shocked Rashel to find a phone.

Jeff seemed to have regained his composure at this point because he got out his order book. "So what will you kids have, and like Nancy said, it's on the house." Rashel tried to protest, but Jeff was firm on it. So after Hannah, Thierry, and Rashel told him what they wanted he went into the kitechen to prepare it personally.

When he left, Rashel introduced Hannah and Thierry to the others. Alex asked if Rashel was visiting or staying. When she told them that she was staying and was going to West Roswell High for school, the conversation quickly turned towards the subject of classes, teachers to suck up to, and students to avoid. They were still deep in their conversation as Amy Deluca came briskly through the Crashdown doors. Talking on her cell phone; she completely ignored the teens in the booth and walked past them. "Nancy calm down. What do you mean Rashel Jordan is in Roswell? Well that's impossible, she's only 17 and school started a month ago-"

"Mom." Maria stated trying to get her mother's attention.

"-well, Jeff and you must be mistaken because no adult would allow a minor in his or her care to cross state lines by herself. Especially on a school night-" Amy continued, not hearing her daughter.

"MOM." Maria said louder.

Her mother just held up her hand, a gesture to get her daughter to wait. "-Nancy, think. After what that poor little girl saw 12 years ago, why come back? Hell, I'd never come back to Roswell-"

"MOTHER!" Maria shouted.

"What Maria!" Amy yelled back; clearly annoyed with her daughter, and turning her head towards the booth. Seeing Rashel, Amy did a double take, mumbled an apology into the phone, and then hung up. "Oh. My. God. Is it, is it really you?" Before anyone could respond, Amy answered her own question. "Of course it's you, I remember those eyes. As green as a cat, that's why Linda always called you her 'little kitten.' Nancy was right, you have her face. I didn't believe it was you. Thought your mother was crazy when she called, Liz. Oh my God, the apple pie. I didn't bring the pie she asked me to. You must think that I'm a horrible, crazy person. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll bring you a freshly baked pie." Amy stated hurriedly.

It took Rashel five minutes to convince her that she wasn't upset about the missing pie. After the adults got a hold of themselves they started to ask Rashel their own questions, like where she was living now; how long she was staying in Roswell; and who her friends were. All three adults eyed Thierry with suspicion and distrust until Rashel assured them that he was Hannah's boyfriend. Then their glares faded and they gave him grateful glances as Rashel explained her relationship to Thierry.

"I've spent most of the past 11 years in an out of foster homes across the country and then last year I was sent to Las Vegas and into the Descouedres family."

"Wait a minute, you're Thierry Descouedres? The Thierry Descouedres, son of one of the wealthiest families in the world, Thierry Descouedres?" Jeff asked. "How did you get assigned to the Descouedres family?"

Thierry answered the question, "My parents are unable to have children; it's an unknown fact that I was adopted. My mother always wanted a daughter, but for some reason they never tried to adopt again. Last year they decided to become foster parents and Rashel came to us." He lied with practiced ease.

"Anyway, I tried living with the Descouedres, but after living the past couple of years in such different settings and circumstances I kind of felt like a burden to them and thought it was best to become an emancipated minor. Besides I kind of got tired of settling down in some place only to be rooted out and sent somewhere else."

"Rashe, you were never a burden to us; you're family." Thierry admonished.

"I know, but it never really seemed right. It wasn't, it wasn't home, and as weird and strange as it sounds, Roswell is home. It's the only city where I stayed in a house for more than one year besides Vegas. And Thierry's right, the Descouedres are my family now even if I'm emancipated."

"What do you mean, 'your family now?'" Nancy asked.

"When Rashel was emancipated, she also changed her name to Descouedres." Hannah explained.

"Thierry's family was the first to really treat me like a young adult, not some broken doll that needed to be fixed." Rashel told the others. "They respected my decisions as my own and didn't act like was I was trying to act out, or be rebellious, or anything like that. Besides, Hannah and Thierry see me as very independent younger sister/cousin as I see them as well-meaning but annoying older cousins." It wasn't a lie, just not the complete truth. "And with my return to Roswell, I expect a lot of people to pity me because of the past and others wishing to bring it up. I'm kind of hoping that the new name will help me avoid that."

"I suppose you're right about that," Rashel told him when she finally responded. "But I don't mind."

"Of course you wouldn't. You were spoiled rotten last night."

"Well, I must admit; it's nice to be spoiled," she grinned.

"Come on you. You have an appointment with the guidance counselor before the first bell."

"Yes sir," she mumbled. "What's her name again?"

"Um, Topolsky, Ms. Kathleen Topolsky. Her office is this way."

"It's just strange Liz, that's all I'm saying." Maria told her as they walked towards the school entrance.

"It's just a coincidence Maria. Nothing you need to get worked up about." Liz replied.

"Coincidence? Liz, hun, we were talking about someone who hasn't been in Roswell for 12 years and suddenly, 'poof,' she's at the Crashdown. How do we know it's really her, huh? What if she's some undercover agent sent by the government to hunt down Max and the others?"

"Maria, do you hear yourself? Do you understand how ridiculous you're being? First of all, both my mom and your mom kept going on about how much Rashel resembled her mother. Second, how would the government know that my mother would find that picture frame? She was going through the attic looking for an old blanket when she found it. Are you going to tell me that the U. S. Government planted it there?" Liz asked her friend giving her a hard stare.

"Well..."

They had reached Liz's locker at that point. Liz quickly turned to face her friend. "Maria, remember when Ms. Topolsky came to town and you were so sure that she was hiding something? What came out of it? She's our guidance counselor."

"Okay, so I was a bit off with Topolsky, although I still think she's not on the up and up. But don't you think it's a little weird that Rashel comes back to Roswell less than a month since-" Maria glance around to make sure no one was near them. "-since Max healed you?" She whispered.

Secretly, Liz admitted to herself that Rashel's return to Roswell was a little too coincidental in her mind. However, for the life of her, she couldn't figure out how Rashel's return was connected to Max's alien status. Still, Liz couldn't forget how yesterday she had some vague feeling that somebody was coming to Roswell, and that feeling turned out to be right. "Maria," she stated firmly. "I think you're spending too much time with Michael." The subtle change in subject worked like a charm; Maria sputtered at her friend, indignant at the idea that she, Maria Deluca, would spend time with a delinquent like Michael Guerin.

"Tell me again why we have to get to school early?" a grumbling Michael Guerin said from the back of Max Evens' Jeep.

"Don't ask me, ask Isabel. All I know is that she needed to get to school early." Max retorted.

Isabel glared at her brother and her friend from the passenger side of the Jeep. "I told you Michael, there's a new girl coming to school today, and as head of the Sunshine Committee, I need to get there early to show her around West Roswell High."

"Fine, I get that, but did you have to get me up too?" Michael responded.

"Well, how else are we supposed to get you to go to school?" She snapped back at him.

Ever the peacemaker, Max decided to change the subject. "So, uh, who's the new girl?"

"Rashel Something," she said somewhat dismissively as she pulled out a compact to look at her make-up.

"And you're head of the Sunshine Committee?" Michael snorted.

"Descouedres, her last name is Descouedres."

"Oh, so now you remember her name."

"Shut up Michael."

"Gladly."

Luckily for Max, they had reached the school lot and he parked the Jeep. Immediately, he noticed Liz and Maria, unfortunately, so did Michael. "Maxwell, stay away from Liz. You could jeopardize all of us."

"I know that Michael, but don't you think you're being harsh? After all, Maria did lie to Valenti to protect us; doesn't that prove that they can be trusted?"

"How many times do I have to tell you Max? I don't trust anyone." And with that, Michael jumped out of the vehicle and started towards the large building.

"Max..." Isabel started unsure of exactly how to proceed.

He cut her off before she could say more, "I don't need you to start either Isabel. I won't hang around Liz so much."

Somewhat hurt by her brother's brusque manner, Isabel remained silent. As they walked towards the entrance, one of Isabel's friends came rushing out towards her. "Isabel, you're the head of the Sunshine Committee, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

The girl just got more excited by her answer, "Good, then you'll know the name of the absolutely gorgeous guy waiting by Tolopsky's office. Tell me you know his name."

"Guy? I thought the new student was a girl." Max commented.

Isabel's friend suddenly noticed Max's presence. "Oh, hi, Max," she greeted coyly.

Isabel rolled her eyes. Okay, so Max was extremely good looking for a guy, did that mean her friends had to swoon over him every time he was near them, especially when she was standing next to him? "Missy," she snapped, trying to get her friend to look at her. "What guy?"

"Huh? Oh, here I'll show you." She grabbed Isabel's arm and pretty much dragged her to the school office with an amused Max following.

Thierry was getting impatient. He had been waiting patiently for Rashel for the past 30 minutes, but she still hadn't come out of the office yet. He glanced at his watch again before closing his eyes for a while. Rashe was right, someone ought to die for deciding that we needed to get to the school so early. Right at this moment, Hannah was probably starting to wake up, and he didn't like the fact that she would wake up alone. He was vaguely aware of the female students stealing glances at him. They were probably wondering who he was, and he didn't doubt that they were checking him out either. Maybe it was a good thing that Hannah wasn't here, she'd probably claw out some of the girls' eyes. He sighed as he heard footsteps approaching him. Time to be the concerned but clueless cousin.

Isabel was skeptical about Missy's claim that the stranger was one of the hottest piece of eye candy possible. Missy always had the tendency to exaggerate, plus, Missy thought that Jonathon Brandis was better looking than Brad Pitt. Not that Jonathon Brandis wasn't cute, but hello, no one could compete with Brad. Then she saw the person in question sitting in the office. Missy really wasn't kidding, he really is incredibly handsome. Putting on her best smile, she straightened up a bit, held up her head confidently, and made her way towards him. As she neared him, she noticed that he seemed to be aware of her presence, because he opened his eyes and looked towards her. Isabel felt herself gasp as she saw the intensity of his dark brown eyes; they seemed to mature for some average teen. He stood up and she took the time to glance him over, she immediately took in that his leather jacket was designer and so were his shoes, revealing that he obviously had money. It made her wonder what a guy like him was doing in Roswell. "Hi, I'm Isabel Evens and this is my brother Max. You must be new here." She told him in her most cheerful voice.

Luckily for Thierry, he had years of learning how to prevent his shock from showing on the surface. But it still took every ounce of control not to gape at the two teens, because when he looked into the eyes of the person named Max Evens, he didn't see a teen with amber eyes. He saw Hunter's golden eyes. Quickly getting a grip on his emotions, he reached out to shake her hand. "Hi, I'm Thierry and I think there was a bit of a mix up. I'm here with a friend, she's going to be attending West Roswell High." Discreetly he telepathically probed them, but didn't feel any knowledge of the Night World in their minds, although he did find out that their parents were Phillip and Diane Evens. Oh, Rashe and I need to have a small talk before I leave today.

"Oh, you must mean Rashel, what a coincidence, I'm the head of the Sunshine Committee, so I'll be showing her around before school starts." Isabel continued.

"Yeah, my girlfriend and I came down to see that Rashe gets settle in all right."

Girlfriend, damn. Isabel thought when she heard the words out of his mouth. Oh well, knew it was too good to be true. "So where is she?"

Thierry pointed to the guidance counselor's office. "So, tell me what is there to do in Roswell? Since Rashe will be in class, Hannah and I won't have someone to show us around."

Isabel gave the guy a sympathetic smile, "Not much, although all the tourists go to the UFO Museum."

"Is it interesting?"

"Ask Max, he works there now."

Turning to the young man, Thierry tried to appear interested while contacting Rashel telepathically.

Rashel couldn't help but be amused. For the past 25 minutes since she got in Ms. Topolsky's office, she had been answering questions about herself, her past schools, and noticed that her new guidance counselor was writing notes about everything she said. The action didn't cause Rashel any concern at first until, she realized that Topolsky was asking a little too many personality questions. Rashel had been in and out of different public schools all her life. She knew the routine, go talk to the guidance counselor, get the same basic speech about welcome to our school, hope you'll stay here longer than your last, get school schedule, go to class. Sure there were a few variations on the whole thing, like the counselor asking questions about her past, or if they had bothered to read her file, give her the whole "I don't know how your last school was, but we do things differently here" speech. No, Ms. Topolsky started to do the normal things, and then she said that last week she had interviewed the students about their career desires and she wanted to do the same interview with Rashel. That sent alarm bells through the teen, never in her lifetime had one guidance counselor single-handedly interview all of the students in one grade let alone one school about their career desires. As Topolsky handed her the card of the children in the park to play the "Relationship Game" a little sliver of suspicion crept into her brain.

So as subtle as she could, Rashel found out that Ms. Topolsky recently came to West Roswell High as the guidance counselor. She also found out that this was her first real job outside of college. Rashel's mind quickly recalled a time when she was in an inner city school in Philadelphia. One of the math teachers was on maternity leave, so a substitute was called in. The sub was good, nice, and seemed to connect with most of the teens right away. He also turned out to be narc, looking to find out who was the drug connection at the school. Looking at Topolsky again, Rashel found herself observing the counselor closely for small signs to give her away, she also decided that she would mess with her new guidance counselor's mind for a little while.

"So, Rashel what do you think of as your dream job?"

Rashel answered without thought and with a straight face, "Special Ops agent."

She got the reaction she was hoping for, because Topolsky dropped her pen and glanced up at her sharply. "Excuse me?"

"Special Ops, I mean the a lot of bad guys out there in the world, and I think I have some of the skills needed to take them out."

"Yes, but you know people often imagine being a spy as something like James Bond-"

"Oh, please. James Bond is some glorious fantasy. He wouldn't survive as an agent in reality. Besides, I'm not just talking about going to exotic places and gorgeous men flirting with me. Nor am I talking about those silly video game scenarios where you're just some army commando/assassin." Rashel paused for a moment to gauge Topolsky's reaction, before continuing. "I'm talking about the fact that I have no biological family, don't have any real friends because I never stayed in one place long enough to make friends, if I dropped off the face of the planet no one would notice or care. I spend a lot of time by myself already, never worked well with others, so I suppose if I went on lone missions it'll be okay. I like watching "La Femme Nakita" both the movie and TV series."

Topolsky seemed stunned by Rashel's haphazard, laid-back reasoning before she could follow up. "Umm, let's move on, shall we? What do you think will be your actual job in 10 years?"

"Something in personal security." She shot back without thought.

"Personal Security, huh? Why did you say that?" Topolsky questioned, clearly flustered by her quick response.

Inwardly, Rashel was laughing her head off. Whether or not Topolsky was a narc, it was fun throwing her off balance, well, it was fun no matter who you're doing it to. On the outside, she just shrugged before leaning a little bit forward in her chair. "Well, I know a great deal about different hand to hand weapons because I am a student of the martial arts. I also spent a great deal of time around the security personnel when I was living with the Descouedres. In fact if you look in my records, you can see that I spent the summer interning with them; you know learning the different aspects of being a bodyguard, evading the general public, causing a distraction, the basics."

"I, I see. Well, that's a very, um, interesting-"

Rashel then could feel Thierry's presence in her mind. She knew it was an emergency because he never would invade her privacy like that. What's up?

I'm outside talking to two interesting people.

And this concerns me how?

Their names are Isabel and Maxwell Evens.

She froze at that, Evens, as in Diane and Phillip?

Yeah, and there's more. Max has eyes like Hunter and Lily.

Is he, are they-

I'm not sure, I don't sense anything, but they are very guarded about something. I don't think they're Night People, but they don't feel quite human either. I'll have people look into it, all right?

Rashel agreed to his suggestion readily, and then remembered her own little suspicions. While you're at it can you have them look up the guidance counselor? She felt his surprise at her request, so she quickly explained her reasons.

You think the guidance counselor is a narc?

I want to be prepared for everything Thierry. I just have this instinct that she's not your ordinary guidance counselor, but I could be wrong, and she could be a Night Person.

Okay, I'll have someone check in on her background. Now, can you come out here, I don't want to be rude, but I want to get back to Hannah.

Sure. Rashel cut off the communication and turned her attention back to Topolsky. "Hey, I don't mean to be a bother, but Thierry is probably still waiting for me outside, and I don't feel like being late for my tour of the school. Do you think you can hand me my class schedule and we can continue this some other time?"

"Um, sure. Here you go, let me say again, I hope you enjoy your time here at West Roswell High," Topolsky said rising while handing Rashel, her schedule.

"Thanks. Bye!" She said while inwardly preparing herself for what she was about to encounter outside of the office.

Jadeling's Notes: Sorry for the cheesy scene at the Crashdown, but I just saw it in my head and had to write it. Okay, so she didn't meet aliens yet, but she will in the next chapter. Promise.