Makes more sense, maybe. Oh and Clair is in America.

Chapter 2

Carlise Cumbria (England)
6 hours before
Hell must be a lot like this thought Jamila walking down the high street. The big statue of the angel had been lit up for Christmas, in the centre and people flocked around it. The week running up to Christmas was always like this, ordinary humans rushing into shops for last minute presents. Jamila needless to say was not ordinary and defiantly had no need of presents.

She sighed and shook her head pointless to think of that, concentrate on the matter at hand.

Jamila was a striking figure, tall with long black hair, high cheek bones and icy slate blue eyes.

Why am I still doing this he's not coming back.

Hours later Jamila had given in to boredom. She watched the people come and go with sleepy eyes, nodding now and again to greet them.

A boy of about seventeen stepped out of the shadows across from her. Jamila stared at him; he was good looking too good looking. Her eyes snapped open as he walked along the street across from her. There was something fluid in the way he moved and his eyes never stopped flickering. He looked up at the angel and was that? Yes it was the light reflected in his eyes.

She stood up from the bench she was sitting on and casually started to follow him. He walked fast so Jamila was hard pressed to keep up and stay in the shadows. She was out of breath by the time the boy stopped.

He looked uneasy as if he didn't belong, which he didn't. Jamila hid behind the wheelie bin to her right that hid her from view.

Blondie she decided to call him, because of his blond, floppy hair. Jamila watched as he found the door keys and struggled to open the door.

She took note of the surroundings, she was somewhere in a back alley a few streets from the centre. The street light near by was flickering on and off, in daylight the alley would be in the shadow, perfect place for a vampire.

Jet breathed a sigh of relief England was so very different from home. He missed Clair, how she laughed, when she smiled... Stop it, it's not helping and you can't go home, not yet.

He finally opened the door and started up the stairs to the small flat on the top floor. The stairs were dark but it didn't matter jet could see perfectly.

The flat was small with only the basics not somewhere to stay for long. Jet turned on the light.

Jamila reached the door just before it closed. Her heart was beating so loud in her ears, as she slipped through the door, that she almost missed the sound of a door closing somewhere up the stairs. She closed the door behind her making sure it would open again when she went out. As her eyes got used to the semi darkness she started up the stairs avoiding the dirt encrusted sides.


You can say anything I don't mind just R&R

Please.