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Chapter two.

As I stood in the lift, I thought back to my previous experience twenty seconds ago. Stupidly I didn't even know what floor my apartment was on, not only that I didn't even know what numbered apartment I now lived in - so I walked over to the doorman and asked him, I knew what he wanted to ask but I just nodded politely, tipped him and strode into the elevator. I rolled my eyes and gripped my boots in one hand and held my jacket tightly in the other, diving into a deep reservoir wasn't on my to do list of today's priorities - not only that, I met the hottest guy ever and I didn't even look decent! I sighed deeply before hearing the high pitched 'ping' of the elevator doors opening.

"This will be fun."

I walked down the sophisticated hallway and knocked on my door, within seconds my mother swung it open and started to scream in my face. As much as I love her, all this stress and lack of sleep turns her into an almighty bitch.

"What happened to you?!"

I walked inside as my mother shouted more questions at me, I decided closing the door would save the neighbours any more deafening experiences.

"Seriously, I'm standing right here - don't shout."

"Then answer me..."

I looked at my dad who had stopped unpacking boxes and sighed.

"Well if you really wanted to know, I fell into the reservoir... I was walking along and a guy on the bike whizzed past and knocked me in..."

My mother squealed in distraught like I just had a near death experience, I know I lied to them but I would rather not tell them something that they might not believe, telling them a tiny little lie saves me a whole lot of ear ache.

"Are you okay...?"

My dad spoke up and I glanced at him, nodding slowly before looking around the apartment. The place really is beautiful, huge windows filled the largest far wall and the whole place was open plan, with a few pieces from our old house - I think I could get used to living here.

"Um... Could I take a bath? I'm really cold and I just need to warm up..."

My mum and dad nodded, he rushed to the kitchen and stuck the kettle on, to be honest I'm surprised at the speed they both have been working at - the whole kitchen area was all unpacked and free of boxes. Well done them.

"Come with me sweetie, I will show you to your new room."

I nodded and my mother, who was called Janie, well Jane to others Janie to friends and family - wrapped her arm around my waist even though I stank and was soaking wet. As we walked, she directed me down a corridor and stopped at the furthest door, opening the door wide to reveal a large room filled with light because of the large windows that occupied one of the far walls.

"Holy shit..."

"Language."

"Sorry."

My mother didn't like foul language but she agreed to it when an ex-boyfriend of mine was a complete douche and I told him what I really thought of his stupid hair.

"This place is perfect..."

The walls were a little bare and the only thing in here right now is a large kingsize white wooden framed bed with matching wardrobe and side table. There is a whole lot I can do with this room and I know exactly what I wanted.

"And here is your own ensuite."

My mother opened another door which led to a beautifully decorated bathroom with an old golden claw foot bath tub, a power shower in the corner and a small window to gaze across New York.

"I know it's not home but if we're going to live here, we might as well live in style."

I chuckled as my mother made a decent point, our house in London was small and cosy - it had all this quirky features to it and was nothing like this at all. The bath was the same but I never had a bathroom to myself! I grinned as my mother started to run me a bath, pouring some bubble bath into the water.

"Ray?"

I turned to see my dad standing in my doorway, holding a hot cup of tea and some fresh new towels in his free hand. Everyone calls me Cassie except my dad and to be honest I kinda like that he has his own little nickname for me, it's cute.

"Thanks dad."

I smiled as he handed me the tea and towels, we all might argue but we always remember how much we love each other.

"Baths ready."

Janie walked over to my dad before shutting the door behind them, I'm glad they didn't stay any longer as I can't stand wearing damp clothes let alone drenched ones. Quickly, I stripped - removing all my clothes and letting my hair loose before stepping into the warm water, it was so pleasant on my cold skin and I happily slunk back, dipping my head under to wet my hair before sitting up again. Today has been a long day and tomorrow, I'm going to go and buy stuff for my new room - as mum said, if we're gonna live here, it's got to be in style.

The next morning I woke up feeling fresh and surprisingly happy, I don't know why exactly but I didn't mind that much – it was nice to have a smile on my face. When I showered, I had the problem every girl has in the mornings… What to wear. I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a burgundy and black oversized checked shirt, it's pretty warm outside so I don't think I would need a jacket. Who knows, I might bump into a certain gorgeous gentleman who might place a certain leather jacket around my shoulders. I laughed as I ran a brush through my straight hair, because of its thickness I didn't curl it often – it took too long so I just messed it up and used half a can of hair spray to keep it volumed, it's an art.

"Ray!?"

I jumped at my dad shouting through my door, smudging my mascara.

"Yeah?"

My father walked in as I was correcting my mistake, today I went for the slightly vintage styled make up – thick flicked eyeliner with dark red lipstick, it went well with my purple hair.

"Janie and I are heading out, will you be okay here?"

I nodded, checking myself in the mirror before walking past him. I needed a cup of tea and some breakfast before I went bedroom shopping.

"Dad, it's fine – I'm gonna head out soon anyway."

He stopped at the little island in the center of the kitchen, leaning on it as he gazed at me with the same hazel, amber eyes as me.

"Oh really? Why's that?"

I smiled slightly, filling the kettle of water and putting it on to boil.

"I'm just going to get some paint and wallpaper to decorate my new room, it's a little bland and boring at the moment."

My mother walked into the kitchen at this point, kissing me on the cheek before standing next to her husband.

"Well, take this with you then – buy whatever you want."

Dad slid his credit card across the table and I stopped it, raising my eye brows.

"Seriously?"

They both nodded and I squealed, running over to hug them both in excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

They laughed and grabbed their jackets, kissing me goodbye before leaving me alone. After I drank my milky one sugared tea and ate some toast, I pulled on my black biker boots, grabbed my bag and left the house ready for another adventure… I stopped, thinking – that little thought sounded like something Bilbo Baggins would say in the Hobbit… I watch too many movies and read FAR too many books.

On the way back from the shop, or 'store' – that's what they call them over here, I came across a small antique shop. The window was filled with bits and pieces of junk, sometimes it was worthless – other times, if you were lucky enough, you would find a hidden gem amongst all the dusty objects and ornaments. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look inside and just as I opened the door – a tiny bell pinged, letting the shop… store owner know there was a possible customer.

"Can I help you find anything?"

A tiny Chinese man stepped out of the shadows and I nearly leapt from my skin, I don't know how people do that but I really don't like it when they do.

"Um, no not just yet."

I smiled and he tilted his wrinkled bald head at me.

"You're English?"

I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly as I walked down a small cramped aisle, gazing down at the little objects that hold so much history.

"I am indeed."

I stopped walking, gently placing my bags filled with things for my room. In the middle of a whole heap of crap was a tiny ring, it looked like it was carved into the shape of a serpent and I don't really know… it just took my breath away – gazing at it's emerald jewelled eyes, somehow and I know this strange but I feel like I have seen it before.

"What's this…?"

I turned slightly, partially facing the tiny man as he hobbled slowly over.

"The ring?"

I nodded and he picked it up, blowing off the dust before turning to me.

"An old legend comes with this ring, the story tells that an old powerful human once bore this ring – he was unstoppable to the mortal kind and only the people with his blood in his veins can wear it."

Now to me, I would normally find that a whole heap of crap but something in his eyes bares a glimpse of truth and I wanted to know more.

"Wait, when you say powerful human… do you mean wizard?"

"No! Wizards are fairy tales. This man was born with power but this ring is carved from a rare metal which amplified his power and made it easier for him to control it."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You're making this up."

The little old Chinese man shook his head.

"I am not lying young one, I speak the truth. Everyone who comes in here never bats an eyelid towards this ring, but then you came along…"

I watched him as he took my hand, placing the ring onto the palm of my hand. For a moment, nothing happened but the tingle… the tingle I have been feeling in my fingers shot through my body like a wave of electricity. I cried out but my body was frozen on the spot and all I could do is gaze down at the serpent ring that… that had started to move.

"W-what…?!"

I screamed but I still couldn't move; I felt the cold metal against my palm as the serpent slid across it, heading towards my ring finger. For a moment, I actually thought this tiny piece of jewellery had come alive to kill me but after a few seconds, the serpent wrapped itself around my finger and settled – turning back to a lifeless piece of junk.

"It's you…"

My body relaxed and a whole lot of images rushed into my head at once, I didn't know what to do and before I knew it, my brain had overloaded and I was falling to the floor with black spots obscuring my vision.