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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11. Chapter 11: In The Club

After getting Collete a little tipsy, our earlier tiff was forgotten. She was now waltzing around, swinging her hips and shouting out the lyrics to every song. She was quite the show.

"Would you like anything to drink?" the man behind the bar asked me.

"Yeah, hand me a Corona."

He popped off the cap and slid the bottle toward me. I took a sip before searching for Collete again, only to make sure she hadn't gotten into any trouble. Not to my surprise, she was making out with some random guy in the corner. I grinned, shooting her a wink from across the room. Her face hardened for a second.

So what? her thought lingered over to me. I just held my hands up in a sarcastic defense. When we got home, I would never hear the end of it.

"You want me to put that on your tab?"

"Ye--"

"No thanks. I'll pay for it," a man said from behind.

"How cliche; buying a girl a drink." I swiveled my chair around to see the man we'd been searching for all day.

Stay calm, Lucinda, I thought to myself, he's just another guy.

"I'll admit, it's not really my thing," he took a seat next to me, ordering a beer for himself.

"So you're new in town, huh?" I took another casual sip.

"Yeah, just arrived. You from around here?" he glanced at me.

"Yup. Moved here awhile back after some...trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Some stupid fight I'd gotten into. It was pretty bad, so I'm surprised no one pressed charges," I replied.

Oh. My Gosh. Lucinda, did you really just tell him that? I thought as he just stared at me.

"Eh, sorry. I suppose that's not something you're looking for in a girl," I said nervously.

"I don't mind," he set his empty beer bottle in front of him and asked for another, "it actually kind of reminds me of my childhood."

"Then you must've had it rough," I lifted my bottle slightly in the air as to cheer.

"Sure did," he tapped the neck of his bottle against mine.

After I finished downing my drink, I stood up, brushed off my shorts, and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Well, sorry to drink and run, but I've gotta get my friend home before she goes comatose," I motioned over to Collete with my thumb.

"No problem. See you around...?"

"Marie," I lied (once again), "and yeah. I'll keep an eye out for you."

"Wait," he called me.

"Yeah?"

"Uhm...nevermind. See ya."

Weird. I glided over to Collete and helped her out of the booth. Outside, I hailed a taxi and ordered him to speed all the way home.

 

O00O

 

Inside the club was distracting. It was dark with the occasional strobe light fest, and the whole place smelled like coconut body oil. After some time, The Hunter finally managed to find the girl. She was sitting at the bar smiling at her blonde friend form across the room.

"Would you like anything to drink?" the man behind the bar asked.

"Yeah, hand me a Corona," she flicked her hand at him.

He popped off the cap and slid the bottle over to her. She took a long, slow sip whilst scanning the crowd.

"You want me to put that on your tab?" the bartender asked.

"Ye--"

"No thanks. I'll pay for it," I told him.

"How cliche; buying a girl a drink." she turned around to face me. Funny, how she was even prettier in the dark.

"I'll admit, it's not really my thing," I sat down, ordering a beer myself.

"So you're new in town, huh?"

"Yeah, just arrived. You from around here?"

"Yup. Moved here awhile back after some...trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" I asked, intrigued. What sort of trouble could a young chick like her get into?

"Some stupid fight I'd gotten into. It was pretty bad, so I'm surprised no one pressed charges," she replied nonchalantly. Woah. Didn't see that coming.

"Eh, sorry. I suppose that's not something you're looking for in a girl."

If only, the Hunter thought to himself. On every mission he'd pursued, he'd always kept an eye out for some one that bad ass.

"I don't mind," I sat my empty bottle down and signaled for another, "it actually kind of reminds me of my childhood."

"Then you must've had it rough," she lifted her bottle to cheer.

"Sure did," I tapped the neck of her bottle.

She easily finished her drink, and stood up to leave.

"Well, sorry to drink and run, but I've gotta get my friend home before she goes comatose," she thumbed in the direction behind her.

"No problem. See you around...?" I asked for her name.

"Marie, and yeah. I'll keep an eye out for you."

"Wait," I tried to stop her. Marie? Sarah's Marie?

"Yeah?" she looked back at me, her blue eyes expectant. No, it couldn't be her.

"Uhm...nevermind. See ya."

She nodded, quickly grabbed her friend, and was out of the club.

He could barely remember that phone conversation he'd had with Sarah, but he did recall her mentioning a lady named Marie. Marie was such a common name, not to mention, what would a seemingly nice, badass chick be doing with a partying, drunken slut?

Never underestimate a woman. Sarah's words echoed through his mind. Then, he recalled spying on the girls earlier today.

 

"Harlet."

"You did not just call me that!"

 

Marie had shared a somewhat pleasant chat with him, and then left 'before her friend goes comatose,' aka, beyond drunk. This gave him a purpose to investigate her; something he had to go through with.

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