"I've made this account so I can update more frequently... damn"

ANYWAY! I'm back! AND my hair's a 'natural' colour! (Not my natural colour, but still a good start!) anyway I... I... Yeah. I can't explain this story. I just can't!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and a plot generator helped me develop the idea!

Tessa Gray looked at the peculiar map in her hands and was rather intrigued— she'd found it whilst tidying, and yet she'd no idea where it'd come from.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings. She had always loved London with its character and history. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel... intrigued.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Herondale, storming towards the entrance of the apartment building. William was a predatory brute with charming eyes and slender hands. A predatory brute with charming eyes who, unfortunately, lived in the flat below hers.

Tessa gulped and glanced at her own reflection. She was a modest, bookish, tea drinker with serious eyes and tangled locks. Her friends saw her as a stubborn, difficult do gooder. Once, she had even helped a light baby bird cross the road.

But not even this modest, bookish, tea drinker of a person whom had once helped a light baby bird cross the road was prepared for what William had in store today.

There was a heavy knocking on her door, causing her to jump.

As Tessa stepped outside and William came closer, she could see the ratty glint in his eyes.

"Look Tessa," growled William, with a malicious glare that reminded Tessa of predatory frogs. "I hate you but I want the wifi code."

Tessa looked back, still fingering the peculiar map. "William, go away," she replied calmly.

His partner, James, she could tolerate. But this... being in front of her...

They looked at each other with strong opposition, like two slow, venomous snakes rampaging at a very rude Valentine's meal, which had classical music playing in the background and two drunk uncles shouting to the beat.

Suddenly, William lunged forward and tried to punch Tessa in the face. Quickly, she grabbed the peculiar map and brought it down on William's skull.

William's charming eyes trembled and his toned body wobbled. He looked concerned, his face whitening like a knobbled, kaleidoscopic kettle.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later William Carstairs was dead.

Tessa Gray went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END.

...don't ask. Please, just... Don't.

On a side note, I'm hoping to have Love This Town updated by the weekend, which is about time! And I've got an idea for a new story that I'll hopefully be posting here!

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