University was more difficult than she had predicted. Revenge was now the least of her problems. It turned out that getting accepted into one of England’s most prestigious universities was the easy part. She had to socialise, keep up with the university work and traditions. Clara stepped onto the grass outside the main university building intending to take a shortcut to her next lecture and every student in the vicinity turned to stare at her. She could tell from the look on their faces that she had done something wrong. “No walking on the grass,” someone called out. "It's a tradition." Clara hastily walked back onto the path and rushed to her next lecture with a red face. “How was I supposed to know that I wasn’t supposed to step onto the grass in that area?” she complained quietly to Caiden. “There was a nice clear sign telling you not to,” Caiden reminded her. Clara pulled a face. There were so many traps to fall into when going to a very old university that was full of
Caiden knew he had gone too far with his words when he saw the confusion on Clara’s face. Clara did not enjoy having conversations about her lack of desire for love. The subject had been closed between them when he had first asked about it several months ago. He was just too annoyed with her secret admirer leaving her a Valentine’s present to think before he spoke. “I think I’ve made my stance clear on many previous occasions. I only have this second chance at life for revenge,” Clara said quietly. Caiden chose an easy way out of the situation he had created. “I’m being summoned to the demon realm,” he said. “I’ll come back later.” He phased out the human world and back to his own realm. The demon world was very dark when compared to the human world. There was no sun, only endless night and fire. The gloomy atmosphere was good for brooding. Over the past three weeks he had realised something that had disquieted him. He umistakenably had romantic feelings for Clara. Now he knew
“You’re lying,” Clara said. “I won’t ask why.” The shocked look on Caiden’s face confirmed her suspicion that he had lied about her future. “I really can’t tell you the full details,” he admitted and looked at the floor. “There’s a good reason.” It was likely for the best that she didn’t know the exact details of the events that occured at the end of her second life. She died and that was the end. There was no need to worry about the specifics. “I can tell that. Let’s change the subject,” she said. “Were you listening better than I did during the last Art History lecture?” She turned back to her laptop to work on her essay and Caiden moved to be at her side. Their conversation became about art and Caiden acted normally again. *** The months flicked by and Clara concentrated on passing her exams. Caiden seriously responded her joking request to whisper the right answers to her in knowledge-based exams. Clara was bemused to realise that he would actually help her cheat in e
The plane landed and Clara stumbled off the plane with stiff legs and tired eyes. She had been too tense to sleep on the long journey and now she was paying the price. “You look like you’re ready to sleep,” her best friend Meredith commented. “You can sleep on the coach.” Clara nodded sleepily and when the coach arrived, she followed Meredith on and fell asleep soon after sitting down. A range of people appeared in her dreams. Their faces were oddly clear this time. When she had dreamt of the people she hated before, their faces were faint and hard to make out. This time she was sure of the people who appeared in her dream. There were the four bullies, Xavier, Ryan and a lot of random Trinity Academy students and teachers. There were so many people who had contributed to her early death, but she considered some to have more culpability than others. Who was she going to encounter this time? *** Clara woke up with difficulty in her hotel bed. She was feeling the effects of jet l
Xavier was on her list of revenge targets because he had broken her heart on the day she had died. She considered him to be culpable for her death. Clara froze up for a long moment and then another powerful gust of wind reminded her of the situation she was in. She was in a new body and she was out for revenge. She couldn’t just stare back at him silently. “I think this was all of the sketches I saw,” Xavier said with a smile. Clara tucked the sketches back into her sketchbook and clutched it tight to her chest so they wouldn’t fall out again. Now she had to work out what to say to Xavier. Caiden was silently watching nearby so she could only guess that events were currently going smoothly. “...Thank you for your help. I will get going now.” “Did you draw those sketches?” Xavier asked. Clara looked at him sharply. Things were slotting into place. Xavier had a distant look in his eyes. Caiden had told her to adopt her older style of sketching and her natural hair colour. Xavier h
Clara clung to Caiden whilst she quietly cried. Caiden responded by hugging her tighter. Eventually her tears stopped and she wanted to wipe her face. Caiden was one step ahead of her and wiped her wet face with a black silk handkerchief she hadn’t seen before. “Was that a gift from the demon king?” she asked. “It was,” Caiden said and put it back in his pocket. “He really likes me. I can’t work out why, I’m the worst performing demon.” “Is it because of me?” Clara asked with more tears threatening to fall. “No,” Caiden said immediately. “Apparently I’m too nice to be a good demon.” Hearing Caiden’s problem distracted Clara completely from her dilemma. She couldn’t believe that Caiden wasn’t considered to be a decent demon because he was too nice. It was true that he was nice, but she didn’t personally think that was a problem. “What do they think you should do instead?” she questioned. “Scare me so I can’t sleep?” “Apparently, I should get you to track down and kill your
The unexpected request was not what Clara had wanted to hear. She wanted to get her revenge against Xavier completed quickly and not drawn out over the week. There was also the question of whether or not he was actually trying to ask her out on a date. Clara didn’t want to find out if he really wanted to date her or if she had misunderstood. There was a way out of the situation that should work. Caiden’s odd suggestion from the night before had likely been referring to this. “If we meet tomorrow, it can’t be a date. I have a boyfriend,” she said firmly. She knew that she was going to need to go straight to see Arthur after parting with Xavier tonight to explain that he was going to have to pretend to be her boyfriend if Xavier saw them together. Xavier looked disappointed. There was no other way to describe the look on his face. Clara frowned. She was annoyed that he wanted a date with someone who reminded him of her original self. He had been so mean to her the day she had
The statement had the benefit of confirming that his first love was Clara Kennedy. Now there was no mistaking who his first love was. Clara knew she had an opportunity to torment him. She was angry enough to use her own death to twist his emotions. “Was it your fault?” she questioned. “You look regretful.” “I was most definitely a factor in her decision to take her own life,” Xavier admitted. “We went to the same high school. She was the scholarship student and was bullied by pretty much every student at that school. I sat next to her for a semester in Physics and I developed a crush on her.” “Did you bully her?” Clara asked plainly. She pleased in some way that Xavier knew he had played a part in her death. “I didn’t. I didn’t stand up for her either which does make me as bad as everyone else really. On the day that she committed suicide, her biggest bullies used me to torment her. I should have stood up to them and defended her. I eternally regret everything I did that da
“I’m getting married!” Clara announced happily. She smiled over her coffee and Arthur watched her with a bemused look on his face. "When is the wedding?" he asked. “Next month,” Clara told him. “I was planning to invite you. We’ve only just decided on the date so there’s no invitations to give out yet.” “Do you not have wedding planner then?” the hacker questioned. “Invitations are normally sent out much sooner.” “I don’t want a big wedding,” Clara replied. “James was fine with it and just asked that I invite him.” She was a little surprised that her grandfather had agreed with her desire to have a very small wedding. They both enjoyed high positions in society and people like them normally had grand weddings with a long guest list and a high budget. “I shall consider an invite as a great honour then,” Arthur quipped. “How many guests are invited?” “I’m inviting 12 people,” Clara said. “Caiden has invited a couple of friends. He doesn’t have any relations to invite.” “Of cour
Their first month of dating passed by quickly. They soon fell into a routine of meeting after work and going on dates. Clara was blissfully happy, but she knew they needed to discuss their future together. Caiden was only living temporarily in the UK after all. She chose to ask after they had finished eating Caiden’s latest attempt at a home cooked romantic meal. His cooking skills were unique to say the least. “Are you going to stay here in London when your job here is finished?” she asked. “Where would you like to live?” he questioned. “Here or in a different country? We have lots of options.” Clara thought about the matter seriously. She had grown up in the US and had been unexpectedly pulled into a different country. She did prefer living in the UK, but there were other countries to try as well. “We can move around,” Clara said. “I think we should make this our main country and travel to other places. That is if you want to. This is a decision we should make as a couple.” Ca
Clara kept a careful watch on the office building opposite so she wouldn’t miss seeing Caiden leave when his work day had finished. She had already missed seeing him before, she wasn’t going to do it again. Fortunately, he was one of the first people out of the building and Clara immediately began to pack up everything she had brought with her. Caiden entered the coffeeshop and beamed when he saw her waiting by the door. “Excellent. You’re ready to leave on our date,” he said and held his hand out to her. “Can we take a diversion first?” she requested. It was only fair to let Arthur know that she had found Caiden, but she had decided a text wouldn’t suffice and it was better to let them meet in person. “Will it take long?” “I want to introduce you to someone,” she explained. “Arthur has been helping me look for you and I think he would like to see the success of our search.” Caiden looked thoughtful and then he nodded. “I would like to meet him. He has provided assista
When Clara finally looked up from her phone and glanced back at the door, the person she had been waiting for had already left. She had missed a lot in the two minutes her attention had been diverted.A member of staff approached her table with a cup of coffee in her hand. Clara looked around in confusion. “I didn’t order anything,” she said. Clara was aware that she was the strangest customer in the coffeeshop and the staff were probably wondering when she was going to leave. She had been the first customer of the day and had only ordered two drinks in the past three hours. “One of our regulars came in a couple of minutes ago to pick up his online order. He saw you looking tired and bought an expresso for you,” the staff member explained with a smile. “He’s a nice person.” Clara blinked in surprise. She had never noticed any of the customers paying attention to her. The incident must have occurred when she had been occupied with her phone. She checked the name tag on the girl’s
The weeks quickly turned into months and soon an entire year had passed. Clara had taken a position at St. Clair that had enabled her to travel around the world just so she would have better chance of finding Caiden. She returned to the family mansion on the anniversary of her return from the demon realm after an unsuccessful trip to New York. Her actual work had gone well, she just hadn’t found any signs of Caiden in the city. There hadn’t been any traces of Caiden in any of the 10 countries she had travelled to over the past year. He didn’t have any presence on the internet either and Clara didn’t have any idea of how she could improve her search methods. Clara collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes. She was physically and emotionally exhausted from her search. Despite everything, she wasn’t going to give up. She would sleep for a while and then she would look at other highly populated places to visit. “Clara Kennedy.” Clara’s eyes opened immediately at the sound of
Clara landed on the floor of her bedroom alone and fully aware of the gravity of the situation. She didn’t have Caiden at her side anymore. She needed to find him for that to happen. Clara stood up and realised that her legs were shaking. She had been feeling intimidated by the demon king and had refused to let him know. Now her nerves and lack of sleep had got to her. She took a deep breath to calm down. She had vowed that she would be able to find Caiden and she needed to start working on that.One person came to mind immediately. Arthur would be able to help her. She took her phone out of her pocket and called him. “...Hello?” Arthur asked cautiously when he picked up the call. Clara realised he had assumed that the phone call was someone else using her phone to inform him of her death. “It’s me, Clara,” she told him immediately. “Things have changed. Can we meet up? I have a lot to tell you.” “Of course,” he said. “I think we'll need to go somewhere that allows for private c
Caiden was lost for words as he watched the events that he had foreseen so many times play out in front of him. It was no longer a vision of the future; it was happening in reality. It was finally the end of Clara’s life. Her soul floated in front of him as her eyes slowly closed. Caiden made his decision in that moment. He grabbed hold of Clara’s soul with his hands and pushed it back into her. Despite being very light, her soul wouldn’t move until he exerted all of his power. Clara’s eyes snapped open when her soul returned to her. “...What’s going on?” she asked breathlessly. “I can’t take your soul,” Caiden admitted. “I want you to keep it.” He had no real idea what was going to happen now. The contract had not been fulfilled properly. He had completed his part of the contract and he had stopped Clara from fulfilling her part. There was no precedent to follow here. He was the first demon to refuse a soul. “What’s going to happen to both of us?” Clara questioned weakl
Clara knew that her grandfather was confused to hear her sentimental words. They rarely talked about their personal feelings. “I haven’t been the best grandfather,” James replied with a deep frown. “I brought Beryl here to be your mother figure as I had felt that it would prevent you from becoming like my daughter. It turned out to be the worst decision I have ever made.” Clara could not deny that James’ decision to date Beryl and bring her into the family had been lethal for Clarissa. She decided to focus on something else. “Thank you for rescuing me when I was a baby,” she said. “I’m sure Clara would also thank you for looking for her.” “You don’t need to thank me for that,” James replied. “I would also like to thank you for taking me in instead of leaving me to the care system,” Clara continued. She didn’t know much about the British care system, but it was likely similar to the American one she had lived through. She had been lucky to be adopted by a decent set of foster pa
“It was a good ride,” Arthur said with a wink. “You kept me guessing for so many years. I’m so pleased to finally know what was going on the entire time.” Clara relaxed. The hardest part was over now. “Is everything over now?” he asked a moment later. “You’ve brought all of your targets down apart from Xavier King.” “It is,” she confirmed. Arthur nodded and then he looked deep in thought. He coughed awkwardly before speaking again. “Where did Clarissa go if you are in her body?” he questioned. Clara had been expecting this question. Arthur was the only person who had a connection to Clarissa and knew that she was using her body. It would have been odd if he didn’t ask where Clarissa had gone. “...She died when she committed suicide four years ago,” she explained. “Her body was alive for a short time and I was put into it. I’m sorry to tell that she died all that time ago.” Arthur frowned and looked away. “I see... That’s sad,” he said. “It’s odd to hear that Clariss