The Secrets of Our Love

The beautiful melodies drifted across the concert hall. I trained my silent pistol on a man who was sitting below me in the stalls. My finger twitched on the trigger, yet I hesitated, when I fired, there would be an almighty commotion, and I had become entranced by the beautiful music. I shook my head to clear my thoughts - I had a job to do. After all, I was Anna Black; daughter of the most wanted, most dangerous and most admired spy in the world - Elizabeth Black. Only four people in the world knew of my mother's existence - her family had all died in a house fire when she was 16. She had been found in an alley by a man who worked for the intelligence service, who took her to the head of security as she claimed to be a spy. The truth was, she was hunting down the arsonist who had burnt down her house at Christmas trying to kill her father (an animal rights protester). The.head of security took her under his wing because she seemed to be telling the truth and was in fact the most observant person he had ever met. five years later, she met my father (a fellow agent) whilst on a mission and fell in love. When he was killed in the field, my mother did all that was in her power to avenge his death and ended up completing her most successful mission ever. Shortly after, she found out that she was expecting me, and straight away she undertook a mission to a far flung corner of the planet which lasted five years. When my mother told me this, I was confused - why not give birth to me in a British hospital? She then told me that if she had, I would have had to have a birth certificate which would not be possible as she.herself was alleged to have died in the house fire.

When she returned to Britain after undertaking another mission (this time seven years long) she felt that I could be safely left at home and so went back to small missions around the country. When I was fifteen, she started teaching me the basics of spying and now here I am, at sixteen years of age, the same age as my mother when she started her career and I am now only seconds away from completing my first mission. Find and kill Cameron Taylor; international supervillian and known terrorist. My task would be complete now, if it wasn't for the fact that I cannot get this heavenly music and the god-like figure who is playing the piano on stage out of my head. I shook my head again and squeezed down on the trigger. There was a muffled sound, like someone punching a pillow, and Cameron Taylor slumped in his seat, dead. Just before I went to make.my escape, I saw the piercing __________ eyes of the fantastic pianist_________ staring up at me...

Here you go! Chapter 1 :)

This story is (kinda) based on my dear friend Anna Killer and she has in fact described it as her 'Voodoo' story, so I am TRYING to keep that in mind and not kill the character based on her (no prizes for guessing who that is...)

*Emily*