Chapter 1

At long last, the sequel that I promised is here!

As with the original story, thoughts are in italics, while normal speech is not.

I do not own Inferno; the story and the characters within are property of Dan Brown. I'm merely borrowing them!


'Ugh... I swear to god, I'm never going to that restaurant again...'

This was the predominant thought going through Sienna Brooks' mind as she once again found herself in front of her toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Sienna proceeded to sit backwards on her heels, and contemplate her current predicament.

It all started about one week ago, when she and Robert went out on one of their bi-monthly dates. They had been seeing each other for just over a year now, and while they weren't yet living together - Robert was old-fashioned like that, a quality that Sienna personally felt was endearing - they still made love regularly. The previous week, they had gone to a new Thai restaurant in Boston, and the next morning, Sienna had found herself being violently ill in front of her toilet in her one bedroom apartment.

At first, she had passed it off as a minor case of food poisoning; Robert had had a similar experience with a bad batch of curry about 6 months prior, and it was so severe, that he had to cancel several of his classes. However, as the days went past with no change in the severity of her symptoms, Sienna decided to go to the pharmacy and pick up a few diagnostic tests.

Sienna was not stupid; her years in medical school left her with only a handful of illnesses of which her symptoms that had presented would signify. Luckily, one of the more serious conditions was easily determined, and now all she had to do was wait while one of the devices she picked up did its job.

'Let's see,' she thought 'assuming that whatever I ate will be in my system for the next few weeks, I'm probably going to have to cancel my date with Robert tonight.'

Sienna's expression fell, a frown marring her normally bright face.

'I just don't know how to tell him. I mean, today is our first Valentine's Day together as a couple. Of course, he hasn't actually-'

A soft beep echoed off the tiles of the small bathroom, rousing Sienna from her increasingly depressive thoughts. Looking down at the small object in her hand, she could feel herself grow faint, the blood rapidly leaving her face. She wobbled slightly, her sense of balance leaving her as her stomach plummeted, and ice gripped her heart.



And that's the first chapter done, after over a year in the making. The next chapter will be from Robert's perspective.

As a side note, this story will be significantly shorter than Trusting Hearts; certainly less than 5000 words.

As always, reviews are welcome, and I'm curious to know what you think!