Empress to Impress (A Vampire Novel)

I was coming home from Ashlyn Derbot's party late that night. I pulled out my iPod and began scrolling through music. A 'Death Cab for Cutie' song blared through my headphones, drowning out all other sound.
I turned the corner of Davis St., the street lamps the only light. A chill crept up my spine and I pulled my old leather jacket tighter around me. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end with the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I tried to shrug it off, but didn't let my guard down. I wasn't doing a very good job when I ran into a man that I didn't see coming. I dropped my iPod.

"Sorry, man. My bad," I apologized, picking up my tech.

"No harm done," he wiped his very expensive looking coat. I glanced up at him, seeing he was about five years older than me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lucinda. You?"

"Wesley Maddox III."

"Ha, you sound like royalty or something," I teased.

"I am," he smirked.

"What?" He slammed me into a tree.

"So pretty." he nibbled.

"Stop!"

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10. Chapter 10: Give It Up

Collete and I checked every store on the block, including the mechanic's shop where we saw the man walk into. After that, we checked the next few blocks because Collete swore 'she saw him.'

"Oh, come on. Give it up already, Collete. We're never gonna find him," I sat down on a park bench.

"Not with that attitude!" she sat next to me.

"Probably not with any attitude, or your vivid imagination."

"Hey! I really did see him! Honest!"

"Besides, why are we looking for him in the first place? I'm tired."

"That's because you're lazy."

"I am not. I'm stronger than you!" I told her.

"Don't pull that on me! You have an unfair advantage and you know it!"

"So what? You could always try harder," I said smugly.

"Could not," she elbowed my ribs.

"I'm just teasing, calm down."

"For being so insecure about yourself, you sure like to brag."

"One of my many bad habits, I'm afraid."

"You're telling me."

"Oh, like you don't have any!"

"I don't," she crossed her arms, turning away from me.

"Sure. Harlet," I whispered. She turned around, gasping in surprise.

"You did not just call me that."

"I did, and it's true," I laughed.

"So what if it is?" she pouted. I couldn't even reply, I was laughing too hard.

"Hey," I took her hand, trying to distract her, "why don't we try searching one last time? Maybe he'll be at the bar, and if he's not, I'll still buy us some drinks."

"Really?"

"Yeah. C'mon."

 

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They were like hunting hounds, those girls. They've been following The Hunter all day. The one time the blonde girl saw him, he high-tailed it into some random apartment building. What were they after?

Eventually, he'd managed to sneak up behind them and follow them instead. They talked and laughed heartily all the way to a park. He sat at a fountain about ten feet away when he plugged in his eavesdropping headset. It made him feel sort of creepy; spying on a couple of girls.

"Hey! I really did see him! Honest!" a high-pitched voice, heavily laced with french, broke through his headphones.

"Besides, why are we looking for him in the first place? I'm tired," he looked up, seeing the raven girl slump on the bench.

"That's because you're lazy."

"I am not. I'm stronger than you!" she sat up again.

"Don't pull that on me! You have an unfair advantage and you know it!"

"So what? You could always try harder," her voice was smug.

"Could not."

"I'm just teasing, calm down."

"For being so insecure about yourself, you sure like to brag."

"One of my many bad habits, I'm afraid," the girl said without remorse.

"You're telling me."

"Oh, like you don't have any!" There they go again. Gosh, girls were all alike.

"I don't," the blonde crossed her arms.

"Sure. Harlet."

"You did not just call me that."

"I did, and it's true."

"So what if it is?" she pouted. The Hunter laughed. Weird, he hadn't laughed in a long time, but this time he had earned a look from the raven-haired girl. She looked directly at him, a corner of her mouth curling up in a small smile.

"Hey," she took the blonde's hand, "why don't we try searching one last time? Maybe he'll be at the bar, and if he's not, I'll still buy us some drinks."

"Really?"

"Yeah. C'mon," she tugged her away.

What. Was. That. She and her friend had been searching for him all day, and now she just....

He was beyond confused, but took that as a hint. He was going to follow her to the bar.

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