2 years later
Thought by thought, I had grown more assertive. Heartbeat after heartbeat, I'd grown braver. Step by step, I grew stronger. And it was all for the one person and me. Our perfect world. I spent the night trudging the streets, searching bins to find information that people hadn’t hidden. It was a perfectly adrenaline filled life, with terror and the chance of failure round every corner, but that was the thing. We hadn’t even failed once yet. Tempest was a more logical person that I had first thought. She gave me direct plans of what we were going to do each night, finding combinations for weakly reinforced safes, buying humans into being our alibis. We were both eighteen now, more grown up and mature. When we had both first met on that freezing winter’s night two years ago, I was still young on the inside. Thinking humans were superior, better than me, wealthy and clever. Gosh I was wrong about at least one part. But that was all the past, and we needed to think about the future.
It was about seven at night when Tempest came in through the door for only the second time today. She must have either been cashing cheques or watching a suspect. She was better at both than me, but I was always the best at pulling information out of them.
“Get anything good?” I shouted to her through the kitchen archway as I heard her throw her keys onto the shoe rack by the door. We had a reasonable house at the top of a hill, inconspicuous but still fancy enough for people not to question our luxury lifestyle. She threw her black Gucci jacket on the sofa and sat herself onto it shortly afterwards.
“Not as good as yesterday, but I got something promising. Found a card with an overdraft of nearly half a million.” She turned her head as she said this and smiled at my expression. 500,000 quid? Ah, the luxury! In the two years of treachery and illegal activity, we had taken almost quarter of a billion pounds with only two court cases to our name. I was sat at the kitchen table cashing cheques on the laptop, each one containing at least ten thousand each time. It felt good. Our life was very upper class, with the floors through-out the house made out of black marble and the walls covered in high class stone. Our kitchen was fitted with curved cabinets, following the black theme with a modern twist. Just to think that less than five years ago we both had lived on the streets. I got up and walked over to the sofa, and she stood up to say hello. I slung my arms around her waist and kissed her passionately on the lips, my tongue tracing her smooth lips slowly. Her hands moved from my neck to my hair, but I pulled away before we could go any further.
“A little later, okay? I still have work to do and well...not on the sofa.” I laughed on the last part and kissed her lightly on the lips, her eyes still closed as I let go of her hand. Things were so much better, in every way. Things were so much better.
She smiled as I turned around, my eyes just catching her beaming face. I knew now that she didn’t eat, and I always ate before she came home. It meant that we could cash cheques and discuss tomorrow. Our philosophy was always ‘today is happening, nothing you can do about that. But tomorrow, you can do something about that.’ I took my laptop off the table and closed the blinds, which was something we only did at night. Tempest threw the draw of cheques and papers on the floor, yellow and white papering in the pile. There was no red writing still, to our relief. I sat cross legged on the floor, and she joined me. The living room was open planned, with a marble arch leading into the kitchen. A faux rug covered the black marble.
“To work.” She said smiling, taking the laptop off the table. This seemed pretty monochrome for us, just the way it goes. There were a lot of precautions that had to be made, each one running through my mind every time this draw was emptied out across the floor.
1: Keep the lights on when we go out, even if one of us is still the house. Every time you go out, use the same name all the way across the journey. You could be traced from place to place.
2: However make sure you never use the same cover name twice.
3: If you find out that the name you are using is documented under a real person, never bump into that person.
4: You aren’t going to be on their Christmas card list once they get accused of murder/theft/manslaughter/break n enter.
It was our list of golden rules, like our hand-book that we never really had to hand. But even though it wasn’t a physical object, it was the most important thing we had. Even the little things still mean a lot to you when you have everything. We hadn’t just got here in a flash; there had been a lot in the middle. A lot. My behaviour had changed, yet so had hers. After that first kiss she had been under my spell right from the start, like a chain around her ankle that she couldn’t break. Not like she wanted to break it. The most conviction we had ever got was a fine. We used to money to buy ‘fit in’ clothes for myself like leather jackets and branded jeans, while it was used on her to buy designer clothing so she could find information from debt firms and bankers. They always trusted the wealthy clients more. Was all a game of trust in this world, which was exactly what she had tried to get from me at the start. The truth was now I had all her trust, and I was a little step ahead of her all the time. Like a fast paced game of chess. A lot had happened in the middle before we had got here, and it always brought back many memories to go back to it.
“Lexy!” Tempest shrieked, and I came running. Running fast. Of course, when Tempest needed me I had to run fast. She was an impatient woman. But since when had you met a patient one? I sprinted round the corner and found her sitting on the grass giggling, ripping up single blades of grass in her hand.
“Why did you call me? I might be half a year younger than you, but I am at least more mature.” She laughed at that, and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I wondered where her brain had wondered off to.
“I don’t want you to play daisy chains with me stupid. I saw something.” She stared at me like I had just ruined her fun, and I sighed. I sat down next to her on the dewy grass and looked her straight in the eye. She looked down once she realized I was angry with her, and she sighed too. I took her hand.
“Tay, what did you see then if you want me to be interested. Just means we won’t be able to eat tonight if you take up so much of my time saying you saw a plane.” She scowled at me like a five year old, and the mature mask on my face cracked. I smiled, but she just scowled harder.
“You know what I mean by saying I saw something! I was sitting daydreaming and I just saw a face. Y’know, just a face. I don’t know who it is and I want you to tell me if you know it.” She took her right hand from mine and placed it on the side of my forehead. I quickly closed my eyes and let the picture play back to me. The face was male, strong, blank and white. We both knew what it was, who it was, but she just didn’t want to accept it. To tell me. She was scared, for the first time in years. I tried to urge the word out of my mouth, but it just wouldn’t slip out. But Tempest was one of them, why was she so scared! A female vampire could fight off nearly five males with a single breath. But why was she scared? I clutched onto her arm, and she buried her face in my chest. She started to sob, and stroked her hair.
“Who is it Tay?” She just sobbed harder. I pushed her lightly away from me so her face was looking at mine, and I caressed the side of her face.
“Please tell me…” I said quietly, and she just stared. After a few seconds of looking intently into each others eyes, she gulped and opened her mouth to speak.
“Chaos.”
How that name haunted me to this day. Every time it was said in a paper, or on the news, both me and Tempest would stop dead. Because we knew he would be waiting. Somewhere.
But, I guess doing them out of order will just have to work 
Anyway, here's my review of part 9.
I'm pretty sure it's a good thing and all, but I dunno. Well, just have to wait and see, I suppose. Down to the nitpicks:
But I don't understand the 'searching bins' part. If they're so rich, why the heck is he scrounging up garbage? Plus, it's virtually impossible to make silent phone calls, because phone calls require one person to speak to another, and vice-versa. Get it?
. And how can someone be better at cashing checks than someone else? I just don't get it.
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I had first thought. She gave me direct plans of what we were going to do each night, finding combinations for weakly reinforced safes, buying humans into being our alibis. We were both eighteen now, more grown up and mature. When we had both first met on that freezing 
500,000 quid? Ah, the luxury! In the two years of treachery and illegal activity, we had taken almost 
I sprinted round the corner and found her sitting on the grass giggling, ripping up single blades of grass in her hand.
