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hair as blood seeped from his throat and the
light faded from his eyes.
    Sapphire pulled the swords from
her heart and threw them. They clattered on the dusty floor, one sliding until
it hit a fallen vampire. The others stood in silence. Watching. Waiting.
    Sapphire's eyes blazed. "A
single kiss awoke me from my sleeping death. Now I'm yours. For eternity."
    "No!"
    She flung him against the wall.
Her fangs pierced his neck. Casey's screams echoed around the castle that was
shedding its shackles of the curse and awakening to a world that no longer
believed in fairytales .

 

 
    Three Cheers for
Sweet Revenge

 
    Some say I'm a bad girl like it's
a bad thing.
    Children's stories teach you if
you're good, you'll be universally adored, have the kind of beauty that only
comes in Max Factor packaging, the handsome prince will fall in love with you,
your enemies will be smited by Karma and you'll live
happily ever after.
    Yuck.
    My ambitions run far higher than
marrying Mr. Darcy and being unemployed for the rest
of my life. Pretty dresses and glittery things aren't my style. Besides, I'd rather
get my own revenge on my enemies. Karma's too busy to deal with everyone. Think
of me as her glamorous assistant.
    I tried being good. I got bored.
    So I tried being bad. And I liked it. I never wanted a boring goody
two shoes guy whose sole aim in life was to treat me like a Princess Barbie. I
fell for a bad boy. He's far more fun. My mum refers to us as the new Bonnie
and Clyde. I want to go down in history. In a hundred years' time no-one will
know who Posh and Becks are. Pouting at the camera with one hand on your hip
gets old fast. Bonnie and Clyde are still celebrated. But in the modern age of
grow-fast celebrities, no-one would care enough to write my story. I'd have to
write it myself.
    Jazz and I met six months ago. He
and his gang were hated by most of the town. At first my mum pitied him - he
and his widowed mum lived on a decrepit farm and were forced to sell their
livestock to keep it. He'd been arrested for petty theft, burglary and
possessing a knife. There were rumours his mum turned to prostitution to keep
the bank off their backs. Some said it was Jazz who'd done the prostituting but
he vehemently denied it. I believed him. He wouldn't look good in crotchless knickers and fishnet stockings.
    My mum's pity vanished when I
hooked up with Jazz. The town's delinquent teenager was only likeable when he
wasn't dating her daughter. When he exchanged his car for pills, he was banned
from the house. Especially when he took one then planted the rest, convinced a
beanstalk would grow and he could climb it to a magical land filled with
treasures.
    There's still no beanstalk in his
garden.
    Jazz and I are soul mates. Our
demons are soul mates too. They fed off each other, growing stronger until they
consumed us. In some ways we're each other's salvation but we're also each
other's ruin.

 
    ***

 
    "You're not in the Jolly
Rogers," Neon grouched, kicking me in the leg. He dyed his hair bright
colours, which I thought was stupid considering the gang were wanted for most
crimes and his hair made him easily identifiable. He might as well leave his
driving licence at the scene.
    "I helped you escape the
cops." I kicked him back, harder.
    "Listen Goldilocks, we all
went through initiation. All you've done is screw Jazz. How does that prove
your loyalty?"
    "Aw you want me to screw you
too?" I smirked. "No thanks, I'll catch something. You haven't had
your jabs. I'll get a gang tattoo. No, I'll put a studded flag on the back of
my leather jacket, like yours."
    "Only if that's all you
wear." Jazz grinned, sliding his hand under my top as I lay between his
legs. He leaned down and kissed me.
    "I'll wear yours
tonight." I smiled wickedly, stroking his thigh. "Is it blood in
blood out? There're a few people I'd happily 'erase'."
    "It's not initiation if you want to do it," Razor said.
    "I really don't want to kill anyone on my