Rory

Rory literally felt like the king of the world as he sat on that yellow motorbike, speeding down the road as fast as he could. Granted, he only had to drive two blocks-but that didn't matter to him. It was still more exciting than he ever thought his Dad's stupid vampire society would get.

What he was most surprised about though, was that this 'Location 2.1' was so close to home. He had been so used to all the members of HAVS jetting off to exotic locations that he had just assumed they were using the idea of 'we have located some vampires in...Barbados' or some similarly enjoyable country, to get a free location. But this...this was different.

It was if-for the first time-it seemed to Rory-HAVS was an actual secret society, with actual aims, and actual plans, rather than just a bunch of old guys past their prime with nothing better to do poring over GPS's (well-just the one GPS) and travelling the world.

And, he decided, that was a good thing. He felt like he was part of something.

"Now." he thought to himself as he parked his bike as close to Location 2.1 as he could get without being inside, and leant against it. "Now, to plan my story."

Sinead

My first steps inside that building were not good ones. I knocked over a stack of crates which fell over with a crash, and in amongst all that noise I could have sworn I heard the startled squeaking of some kind of rodent that had been dislodged from its sleeping place.

Urgh. I shuddered and took another tentative step, which was-pleasanter, to say the least. With the third step, I sent a hurried message to Carmel, telling her that I was "mega sorry babes" but I "had to go to some laaaame family party"...which brought on the worry, of course, that nobody on this Earth knew where I was. But I could cope. I'd done karate for a week back in Year Three, til i'd punched some kid for telling me my hair looked like Sideshow Bob and got kicked out.

And with the fourth and final step down that hallway, I emerged into a darkened room, filled with chairs arranged row after row, and...i squinted my eyes to try and make out what exactly was in the large space after the chairs finished and before the wall began...oh well whatever it was-it could definitely be used as a stage-a performing space.

Gingerly, I walked up and down the aisles, trying not to touch anything or knock over anything else which may contain creatures, while at the same time wondering what I was even looking for.

A clue, maybe? But what if...what if I already had a clue?

The flyer-ticket thing, what if that was a clue? From Fi, even?

What if she wanted me to find her, wanted me to solve the mystery?

What if she thought that this was the only way she could get me to believe her ridiculous tales?

Then, without warning, a blinding light streamed into my eyes. I had gotten so used to the cave-like darkness, that it took me a moment or two to reconfigure my sight, rubbing my eyes furiously as I tried to work out what had caused the light.

Finally, I saw it. A door had opened. A side door, one that I hadn't even known existed. And in that doorway stood a figure.

Rory

After much deliberation, Rory had decided he was ready. Muttering to himself under his breath every ounce of his 'story'-aka Rory Lavigne's life-to make sure he didn't forget it, he had his hand on the doorhandle, ready to enter, when something caught his eye, something that he could use.

A plan already formulating in his mind, one that was certain to make his mission go smoothly, and gain the mark's trust almost straight away, he flung open the door, and caught his first glimpse of her.

Sinead

As my eyes adjusted more and more to the light, I began to distinguish the figure's features. It was a guy, a young guy, around 16 or 17 years old, definitely no more than 18 at least, I didn't know him...but...there was something about him that seemed familiar. He was pretty average looking though, the type of guy I wouldn't look twice at in a crowd, so I put it down to him just having one of those familiar faces that you see sometimes.

And he was holding something out to me, I realised. I couldn't see quite what it was, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was giving it to me.

"Is this the kind of thing you're looking for?" he asked, as I stood there blankly, staring at him like I'd seen a ghost.

Which was impossible, of course.

Ooooh, what's this thing that Rory has found? Review...and all shall be revealed ^.^ No! Wait! I might even give you a clue, if you review ;) (oh, rhyming is fun XD)