Ok, I rambled a lot in the story. So here it is: at the end of this chapter, I will set aside some questions for you all, about if you want to be in my story. Remember: I'll only choose ONE. I have but so much stuff to do on this. Please Review, everyone! Enjoy

I was sitting on my couch, thinking about how I would find this Jameson Croon. I was looking his name up in the files of the Sanctuary that I hacked. Why'd they even have files? Anyone could get on. I read some useful information on him. There was even a picture of his house. Bonus!

I imagined myself standing on the front lawn, and I suddenly felt grass under my feet. I cracked open my eyes, and in front of me, was a small cottage made of brick. There were small vines twisting up the side walls and windows. Here, it was snowing softly. It was winter, after all.

I took a couple hesitant steps forward to the door. I paused, and then rapped on it continuously. The door swung open wide, and there was a small person, glaring at me.

She had sharp features and high cheekbones. Her yellow-colored eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She was about a foot and a half smaller than me. She seemed slim, but not skinny. Her bright red hair was short, emo really. The girl's lips were orange and full. She wore flame-colored Vans, a bright yellow jacket, and black pants. I noticed that her nails were a light blue color.

This girl stuck me as odd.

"Hello, Fletcher Renn. I am Jameson Croon. I've heard your thoughts, and as much as I'd love to laugh at the fact that you though that I was a boy –Jameson is a girl name- there is business to attend to." She beckoned me inside her flame-colored apartment. Everything was either red, yellow, light blue, or orange. I sat on a comfy chair.

"I have heard you were coming to request my services." Jameson began, sitting across from me. "And I daresay, your story is heartwarming. You are in somewhat luck. I just happen to know someone who would like to see you. "

"And that would be…" I trailed off, waiting for an answer. Jameson laughed in peals of laughter.

"Well, first off this particular person has been very busy lately. She was the only available option left, I'm afraid, so if she seems a bit… Off the rocket, I'm sorry. She is guaranteed to bring your money for you. You must give her something in return."

"And what is that?" I responded the red-head. Jameson smiled sourly.

"Fame. She is currently on the execution list for the Sanctuaries in Russia, Ireland, and England. They all have multiple assassins and detectives searching for her. Those including Adrasdos Dark, the Tesseract (I know what happened to him, but… What the hell, right? ~Adrasdos), Stethen Katzenjammer-"

"Wait, someone's name is hangover?" I interrupted.

"His name is called that for a reason, child." Jameson's face darkened. I nodded.

"So, who is this person that I have to talk to?" I pondered.

"Right here!" I voice came from behind me. I turned, to see a girl in a black hood that covers her face, save the sparkling emerald green eyes under them. She was wearing skinny black jeans, with a shining skull belt, black fingerless gloves, knee-high leather boots, and a vampire eye necklace. The girl was pretty short, and I could see a tuft to choppy jet-black hair sticking out of her hood. The girl smiled, and in the shadows of her face, I caught the glint of teeth.

"Hiya, Fletch." She announced, ruffling my perfect hair. I struggled to get it back into place. She laughed, and then sat next to Jameson. I grumbled about my hair, and sat on the small chair again. The girl turned to face.

"Well, Fletcher, I assume that Jamie here has informed you on my requirements. I need to be on the execution list of America, and Australia. Everything has gotten boring after Adrasdos Dark mysteriously disappeared. And-" I stopped her.

"Wait- Adrasdos is gone?"

SPOILER ALERT!

"For now. She disappeared 'bout a month ago. Said that she was searching for Lord Vile."

DONE!

"Really? I thought that Skulduggery had that handled."

"Far from it. Anyway, we arrived at the last place she was at –a forest, amazingly- and there were claw marks on the trees, blood, clumps of hair, scorch marks everywhere, broken trees, and branches. Practically in ruins. She obviously put up a nice fight. She was always talented about that. But, back to the matter at hand. Valkyrie. Here is what you need to do.

"You need to teleport me to the Sydney Opera House, then The Empire State Building. Think you can handle that?" the girl asked. I nodded.

"Sydney, Empire State, Sydney, Empire State. I think that I got it. But- you do have the money, right?" I interrogated.

"Half a million? Sure I do. How dare you shun me, you non-believer! SSSSSSHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN!" I took a unhesitant step back. Eternal's eyes flashed black.

"Though, you must get me back before sundown. I'm afraid that the little buddy within me won't be able to contain itself."

"You're a vampire?" I asked incredulously, taking another deliberate step back. The girl chuckled.

"See these eyes? Do they look bloody red to you? I'm not like stupid Caelan or mean Dusk. No, dear, I'm a vampire slayer. The thing inside of me is a demon. Don't ask, let's just say that I went to a certain Bobby Mackey's in Kentucky, USA. Damn place. Filled with dark history. But that's why we're here, no? but, no more dilly daddling. Let us go to Sydney Opera."

"Well, may I at least know your name?" I asked, purely of courtesy. The girl nodded, and touched my arm. She paused, though.

"My name? Well, that's easy. Eternal. Eternal Scene."