Ok, I want to get something out of the way before I continue. I'm a guy who usually writes before he thinks, and only long after the fact do I realize that I've written myself into a corner. So, I want to make it clear what I meant by 'I'm redoing this story'. I'm going to post either one or two chapters of this a week, depending on how many reviews I get. The only way that I'll change anything is if someone has an idea that I think will make the story better. I'm not saying you have to, but think of this story as wet clay on a potter's spindle; the clay is set in a certain shape and can dry as is, or the potter can add features to it to make it look different. Either way, the result is the same; an awesome piece of pottery. That's not the only thing, though. What I said about making my first reviewers shadows, that stays. However, I'm making the amount larger. Excluding Owltalon, I'm going to make nine new shadows. I've already got two; colourfulfan and Designer Erin. So, tell your friends and tell your neighbors, there are still seven shadow slots to be filled. One final thing on the new characters, they won't be added until after this story. I'm sorry, but it's absolutely paramount that they come in after Shattered.

Anyway, that's enough chatter from me. Onward to…

SHATTERED MEMORIES

Chapter 2

Joma's POV

My vampire mind saw the first move of the closest enemy, a jump aimed for my throat. I still had the pistol in my hand, so I flipped it around, smashed the guy's nose with it, flipped the gun again, and grabbed the man, using him as a shield.

Seeing he had my favorite gun, a P90, I emptied the clip in the pistol as fast as I could, which killed some and did nothing to others. When the clip emptied, I threw it at another werewolf while slipping the P90 off my shield's back. I smiled as I heard the snap of the werewolf's nose shattering.

By now, my shield was dead, so I took another bottle of lighter fluid, picked up Qullen's lighter, and sparked it, causing the man to become a flaming weapon.

I smiled at the damage I was doing, and thought {How you doing, Qullen?} [I'm fine,] she answered, [but Tally looks like she needs some fire.] I looked over, and, sure enough, Tally was fighting at least 20 vampires. While she was doing well and holding her own, anyone could see the numbers game was going to catch up sooner or later. So, I grabbed the flaming corpse and mind screamed, {heads up, Tally!} I threw the burning body.

It worked like bowling, all the vampires falling like pins. I smiled again, but it was wiped off my face when I heard a smooth, Asian laced voice utter the words, "Hello there Joma. Thank you so much for bringing the resistance to me." I slowly turned around. There stood Udzir, pointing a gun at my throat. "Do you really think a bullet will make me turn back to your side?" "No," he answered, "but I think this will." He pulled the trigger, a dart flew, and hit me hard.

I felt a liquid seep into me, felt my mind once again to shift. I tried fighting it, but Udzir shot me again. It was right then that I knew I was screwed. But I saw Qullen running toward me, the look on her face that of a woman possessed. I also saw Udzir pointing the gun at her. There were two things that could happen; either I still loved Qullen enough to act against Udzir and save her, or I was loyal to Udzir and I would let him turn her to his side. It was a choice that was out of my hands, but in how much of that weird liquid had seeped into my system…

Well, that about does it for now. I'm going to start running before you start throwing wine bottles at me, but keep this in mind; More reviews = more chapters! *Ducks away like a bat out of hell.*