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O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the faries' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athward men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider's web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of crickets bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o'mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she 'gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtiers' nose,
And then he dreams of selling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then he dreams of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then he dreams of cutting foriegn throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fadom deep; and the anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frightened, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horse in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish, hairs,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she-

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.


True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Romeo and Juliet - Act one, scene four.


Frank's POV.

Jodie was different, no doubt about it. She scared me though. Despite her tiny size, elfin frame and youthfulness power seemed to radiate from her. Her eyes, of the deepest blue and the brightest green were aged, as if she had seen centuries after centuries; era after era of time. Jodie was her name. It suited her perfectly, just like the red and silver scars that littered her arms and face. Her face was pixie like and she moved soft on her fairy feet, like her shoes never touched the ground. She had a habit of appearing out of thin air, all of a sudden breathing over your neck or stepping out from the shadow to stand in front of you. But she smiled sweetly, albiet the long scar that scraped from her cheek to her chin.

I sat in one of the office cubicles that was now my shared bedroom with Billie; Ray and Bob shared another room a cross the hall, as did Mikey and Gerard. I lay in the darkness for a while, thinking about how my life had suddenly turned on me and I couldn't help but blame myself. If I had paid attention to my best friend then I wouldn't of had to have fled from New Jersey, I wouldn't have met Jack and I'd still be with my mum. My eyed burned as I thought of home. I missed my room, the beautiful scenery that stretched out in a massive plain; the woods, river and the small mountain that me and the guys had spent many a camping trip on.

It wasn't fair, I wish somebody else had to suffer. I mean why me? I was the weakest of Gerard's pack and we all knew it. I wasn't extremely smart like Mikey, nor was I cool and collected like Gee, I had no bravery like Bob and no wit to match Ray's. I was just...plain. That was until this telepathy and telekinetic thing came along. Now I was suddenly the centre of attention, especially to strange little Jodie. You'd think I'd love to have everyone notice me but seriously, I hate it. Jodie said something about being the 'one', I had no idea what that would entail exactly but, apparently, the whole vampire race had been waiting for me. She had even given me a small manuscript of the prophecy I was to endure;
"The one is to come,
A powerful vampire,
Conceived of human mom.
His powers great,
The world to change.
He shall free from those who hate.

The boy of the wolf a loyal friend,
But one of the seven shall betray in the end.


I shivered as I read it again, my fingers scraping the crinkled manuscript. These vampires had been waiting for me for over nine centuries and that disgruntled me somewhat. I put the paper back down carefully and snuggled into the soft, dusty blankets. I fell into a troubled dream.

There was a ring of fire surround in me, cutting me off from Gerard and the guys. The flames were only low so I ran over, prepared to jump over them. As I neared they soared up higher, singing the hair on my arms and head.

The flames crawled up the trunks of the dead, gnarled trees in the forest. The air started to get hotter and hotter as the fire lapped up the oxygen greedily, doubling its size and burning brighter. I panicked, looking desperately for a way out but the walls of red and orange snarled at me, crackling in excited bursts as they claimed their victim.

A small figure made of flames danced out of the fire, twirling around on her light, pixie feet like a ballerina. She stopped in front of me as the fire melted off her, showing white skin from lack of sunlight, small elfin features and dark brown hair, scattered with red streaks......Jodie. She could get into my dreams! She smiled her sweet little smile,

"One will betray in the end!" she sang, before dissapearing into nothing as the flames envoloped me hungrily.

I jolted awake in a dry sweat and gasping in terror.
"Good dream?" That sing song voice chirped from near my feet. I flicked on the lights to find Jodie sitting at the end of my bed quietly, watching me with interest and a slight grin on her scarlet lips. "Go away..." I moaned, my face hot and flustered. This girl creeped me out, she knew she had gotten into my dreams.

"No." she replied. "Follow me and get up. Your friends are waiting for you, Frankie." I mumbled moodily under my breath as I rolled out of my warm bed reluctantly. I caught my foot in the covers and tumbled to the cold stone floor, cursing every word I knew under the sun. I scowled as Jodie giggled from underneath her fringe, which covered her fair face like a dark curtain. Bells chimed as she laughed. I stuck out my tongue, "Shut up laughin'." I moaned, rubbing my head tenderly as a bruise blossomed from where it had struck the floor.
The bell chime laugh came again as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. She handed me a change of clothes. "I went out and bought them." she explained. "I hope they fit you."

I smiled my thanks and wandered into the bathroom. After a quick wash, I slipped into the outfit Jodie had bought. I fitted perfectly; a black Misfits top that clung in all the right places, so I looked neither fat to too skinny, a pair of dark skinnies and a green studded belt, followed by a green pair of Converse and a mock leather jacket with a pair of matching fingerless gloves. I grinned at my reflection in the mirror, I looked awsome I had to admit it. I walked out of the bathroom into the Reception area. An arena had been marked out using upturned desks and filing cabinets. Gerard and the others stood in the middle, looking just as dumbfounded as I was. They were all wearing new clothing too, from Jodie I expected. Gerard had a fucking awsome Drop Dead black and neon green hoodie, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous- I'd always wanted one of those. We all stood together in the middle of the ring. All of a sudden, Jodie dropped down from the ceiling in a blurr of red and brown. She wore combat trousers, a black vest shirt and army style boots.

She stood up, scrutinising us all in turn with her piercing, aged eyes, "Welcome boys, to your first fight session. By the time I'm finished with you, you will all be skilled fighters; better than any ninja and any boxer. I have always had good results through out the nine hundred years of my teaching...I. Expect. High. Standards." We stared; nine hundred bloody years?!?! But she only looked fourteen!!! "You will not fail me...If you do, you will suffer the consequence..." I gulped as she spoke again.
"First rule of fighting? There are no rules; your attacker is able to kill you. There are no rules in a real conflict. No law. No code of conduct. Your attacker isn't going to play fair. He's gonna play dirty, he ain't gonna give in until your cold dead body is his prize." She stared with cold eyes, venom in her voice. A moment of silence passed before she clapped her hands, jolting us back to reality. She took a low stance, strong and powerful, a wicked grin across her face.
"So, who wants to go first?"