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Prologue
Present day.
A young woman who looked to be no older then seventeen climbed out off her bed and sighed sadly trying to hold back tears. She looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was only half one in the morning, she had half an hour to get ready.
She changed into black jeans and a black jumper so that she could melt into the shadows easily, she couldn’t be seen. If people saw her they might tell Jok…and he might try to find her. She looked in the mirror and brushed her long midnight black hair, she studied her reflection as she did this.
Sapphire eyes coated in tears looked back at her sombrely; her pale skin stood out against the darkness but she could hide this when going out. She could shield her face with her long dark hair; her rosy lips were turned downwards in sadness.
She picked up a white envelope and ran the edges on her finger trying her best not to cry. But as the minutes ticked by it became harder and harder.
Finally as the numbers shifted to 1:50am she slipped into her partner’s room and sat the envelope on his bedside cabinet leaning it against his glass of water. She leant over and kissed his cheek praying he wouldn’t wake, he stirred and sighed but that was all.
“Goodbye.” She whispered closing the door behind her; she let the tears fall now unable to contain them anymore. This was for the best right? Jok would be safe…and maybe Vlad wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe she could learn to like him…she doubted she could ever love him.
She opened the door to her flat and closed it silently; she locked it and wondered if she should drop her keys through the letter box. No, she told herself quietly, keep them…
Outside the block of flats she could hear a siren wailing in the distance and the sour smell of rotting rubbish. A sleek silver Porsche stopped in front of her and the young woman sighed sadly climbing into the car.
The driver grinned at her flashing his sparkling white fangs. He leant over and kissed her cheek gently squeezing her shoulder in comfort.
“Ready?” His voice was cool and soft, like snow.
“Promise he will be safe.”
“I promise.” The young woman nodded and the driver revved his engine pulling out and driving off.
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