Whooooooa boy. It's been a while.
Five years and a few months since I last updated this fic; almost a decade since I started. Needless to say, rereading this as a 23 year old has given me a LOT to cringe over. It's not my finest work. However, it is my most popular. And, right now, we're in the middle of a pandemic. I'm also receiving emails, still, with people wanting updates and alerts on this mess of a cross over.

The way I see it, I need distracting (anxiety is through the roof, body image is through the floor, and I'm this close to drinking after almost eleven months sobriety), and some of you might also want distracting- this is a rough-as-hell time for everyone.

So. I may or may not be back. I may or may not be dusting off my House of Night books to re familiarise with the characters. I may or may not be reading over my chapters, trying to discern exactly where in the everloving fuck I was going with this fic. Apparently, someone in the House of Night is out to kill some teenagers, and nobody knows why. They don't know why. You don't know why. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know why, either.

But if you're one of the people still intrigued by this admittedly sprawling story, with all of its way-too-detailed outfit changes, dramatic depictions of stroppy teenagers, and... well, whatever the fuck happened in the last chapter- stick around. At some point over the next few days, there may well be a new chapter.

(This depends entirely on whether or not I can figure out what 18 year old almost definitely drunk me meant by 'light dark daughter'. I assume I was cheerily downing straight vodka like lemonade when I wrote that.)