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Chapter Five
No, they really don’t exist, and if they did they wouldn’t ~*sparkle*~

“Isaiah Sangria, please.” I glanced up and down the busy street, suddenly paranoid. I didn’t like talking on a public pay phone, but I liked the idea of this call being traced even less. I’d already changed my look in a bathroom at the mall, hoping the incredible number of people would make it hard for anyone tailing me to realize I’d made a change. I hadn’t seen anyone tailing me, but then, I wasn’t really trained to detect a tail. The huge number of Goth teenagers at the mall also made for good cover, as my flame-red, waist-length wig, short black miniskirt and clunky black boot blended right in. I’d never appreciated Twilight until that moment, but for now the craze was working for me.

( 'Hold one moment,' the husky voice on the other end of the line said. )