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"She was cold as ice cream, but still as sweet." - Debbie Harry

"I'll be anything you want, just love me."

Everyone has a story. A rhyme, a reason, a plot, a leading role. Everyone. Or so, they think. I always thought I was the star of my own show, glittering in the spotlight of my life, but how wrong I was.

It's not so bad, mind you, to be in the background, a small part to play, because even the small parts are important. After all, who's going to tell the doctor in the soap opera that the cancer is terminal? Why, the one-lined nurse of course. However, I will admit the term 'ghoul' is getting old. I'm not a monster, some strange, beast in the night...but I have heard stories.

If you'd asked me five years ago what I thought my life would have been like, this would not have been my answer. Hell, if you'd asked me three years ago.

I'm a retainer, or, if you want to dumb it down, and I mean, really dumb it down, I'm an assistant, who gets a bit of action on the side. The type of action that pays.

Jack's good to me, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change what I have now for the world. He saved my sorry ass when I was about ready to throw in the towel, took me under his wing, protected me. I owe him everything, I'll always owe him.

I suppose I should explain that whole 'saving my ass bit', though, hmm? I was stupid, the smart girl I was, got caught up in prostitution, and what's worse, is in the end, it was really by choice. I kissed my college scholarship goodbye, and spent a good, long while in service to those flesh trading freaks in Hong Kong. Ask me how I got there, sometime...that's a good story.

Other than that, what is there to tell?