Hey everyone if u no wat I can use for a title then send it to me in reviews or summit cud ya it's the first time ive dun this thing b4 so plz don't b too hard on me..plz? D.C anything that looks as though it is part of L.J.Smith's work probably is and I don't own it she does and all the rest of it, I prob wouldn't be writing this if she hadn't written the books/

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She walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. +Mum must be out+ she thought, she didn't notice the hand sticking out from behind the white breakfast counter, or the blood dripping onto the floor from it. After all, all she wanted was a glass of water.

It had been a hard and long night but she had finally caught up with HIM, the one who kept on slipping away when the fighting had just started. HE was always behind the fights, one way or another. But that wasn't going to happen any more. As soon as the fight started that night, she let her gang carry on with it and slipped off after him. He didn't see her coming.

'Well, well, well who do we have here?' she said her voice as even as ever, she always had an even voice, she got it from her mother, just like the fighting skills, her mother taught her everything she knew.

The street in the council estate was dark the lights had all been trashed and graffiti all over the place, bins were strewn all over, plenty of obstacles that would only slow him down, but would make it difficult for her to follow.

He stood perfectly still, black coat billowing in the wind. +He looks just like Angel ha, ha+ she thought suppressing the laughter billowing up inside of her as he turned. His eyes glinted silver, his canine teeth had elongated, they were reflecting the pale moon light, but she wasn't afraid, she took a step closer, then before she knew what was happening, he rushed at her, she just had time to see a glint of silver, he had a knife. He slashed her arm, she could feel the blood seeping through the wound, it was very deep, but it didn't hurt, she'll recover, she'd had a lot worse. Before he turned for another strike, she staked him.

+God that felt good+ she was back in the kitchen. Reliving that moment made her tremble with pleasure, she trailed her finger down the scar on her arm +well witch magic's very useful+ she thought to herself with a bit of resentment. It took forever to track that piece of crap down but the fun was over for a while anyway, she wouldn't miss it, but she got bored very easily. It took forever for newbies to come around looking for trouble, well they wouldn't have to look far at least.

Nessa was seventeen next Monday, she didn't understand why her mother called her that it meant pure and she was far from it! She couldn't wait till her birthday, it meant her mum would finally let her have a motorbike +although its legal to have one at 16 but mums are mums+, she giggled at that thought. Nessa had fair hair that went just past her shoulders, she looked just like her mum, her mum was a witch, which was how Nessa could heal her arms, 'Like mother like daughter', that's what someone told her, she can't recall who though, she laughed at that thought, she always had problems remembering things, her mum and fellow gang members always used it against her. She laughed at that thought as well. The only thing that made Nessa look different from her mother were her eyes. She had funny eyes that she could not get over and they really annoyed her. They were green with a blue ring in them with brown speckles, so they looked as though they were changing colour every other second. She inherited her eyes off her unknown father God damn him. He left her mother as soon as she told him she was pregnant.

'Who needs him, he didn't want me or mum, we've coped fine without him' she almost yelled this surprising her self. She'd never felt that strongly about something before, well to do with him anyway. +But I need him to be here + said a little voice in the back of her head, 'well he abandoned me and mum and I don't want anything to do with him.' +Yes you do+ the voice interrupted her. 'NO I FUCKING DON'T' she through the glass of water over the breakfast counter where it smashed on the violet walls. 'Shit' She went over and started to pick up the broken shards of glass, she bent to pick up a large piece and froze. 'Oh my God' There was a pool of red liquid right next to the piece, she followed it praying and begging it wasn't what she thought it was. It led to the bottom of the counter. 'Mummy' she whispered.

So there y'all go the first chapter wat happens next? I don't even no but im workin on it but I need ur reviews to keep me goin!! The buttons there sum wer but can y'all be nice? Nah tell me the truth just not too harshly lol.