A/N1: I'm alive! And I've finally written the epilogue chapter for dear old Venom. This features a few people from my own year at school, because I'm too lazy to come up with my own characters.

And, without further ado, here is the final chapter of Venom of the Snake. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: No.

"Good morning, boys and girls!" A tall, dark-skinned man smiled genially at his new Sixth Form class, straightening his red tie and smoothing it down against his crisp, white shirt. "As many of you are new to this school, I think we should all introduce ourselves to one another,"

A pair of students, both girls, looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Another student, this one a boy, sitting near them snickered. The teacher clocked him almost instantly.

"Thank you so kindly for volunteering to go first!" He leant against hid desk, arms folded over his black suit. The male student stood up, flicking his head to dislodge a strand of dark blond hair.

"My name is Alex Smyth, and I'm an alcoholic." The serious face on the blond boy never wavered. The rest of the class, however, cracked up. "Nah, I'm kidding. My older brother would kill me if I drank."

"Older brother? Is that the guy who dropped you off this morning?" One of the eye-rolling girls, short brown hair hanging over her face, partially obscuring her glasses, asked.

"Damn, he was fit!" Her friend, dark hair up in tight braids, exclaimed. "But he didn't look anything like you."

"Yes, that was him. We don't look alike because we're not actually related by blood. We're step brothers, and when he moved out, he took me with him,"

"Why'd he do that?" Another boy in the class snorted. "If I moved out, I'd leave my brother in a heart beat!"

"He took me because my mum died, and my step-father hated me anyway." Alex glared at the boy.

"Oh…"

"So what school did you go to before you came here?" The brunette girl asked, pushing a lock of hair away from her glasses.

"A crappy one in Central London." Alex grinned. "I'm not going to give you a name, because it really is a piece of shit."

"Mr Smyth." The teacher's tone was clearly a warning. Alex gave him a sloppy salute, before giving the rest of the class a mock bow and sitting back down. "So! Who's next?"

Later that day, Alex was looking for his Spanish classroom. He was having no luck.

"Hey. Alex, right?" The brunette girl from his tutor group smiled at him. "Lost?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for the Spanish room, B7." Alex gave a sheepish smile.

"Oh, really? That's where I'm headed. I guess we'll have Spanish together, huh?" She fiddled absently with the red and gold scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Lead the way," Alex smiled. When they arrived at the classroom, he allowed the girl to enter before him. "Ten points to Gryffindor, for an excellent sense of direction,"

She laughed and sat down in a seat. Alex sat diagonally behind her. Slowly but surely, he'd befriend her and find out her family's secrets.

As of now, his mission had begun.

"So, how was it?" Connor grinned over at Alex, the smile on his face reminding Alex highly of the other's code name.

"Fine. The classes are alright, and so are the students. Oh, and a girl in my tutor group thinks you're fit." Alex smirked, satisfied, as Connor's head thunked onto the table. "If you need me, I'll be in my room, doing my homework."

Connor waved a hand at him, muttering angrily. Alex snickered and went upstairs, pulling his phone out to check his emails.

Huh, three new Facebook friend requests for his new identity's account.

A/N2: And so, my dears, it is finished.

I'd like to thank anyone that has stuck with my throughout these almost-three-years of writing. Especially when I disappeared for a year and a half, or something.

So review, and tell me how you liked it, hated it, want me to improve it, etc.

Once again, THANK YOU!

So Long,

LacieDayParade

:o)