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!"

62Likes
33Comments
9500Views
AA

12. Chapter 12: Honestly

"Lucinda! What the hell? You totally ripped me out of the bar!" Collete yelled at me.

"Sorry, not sorry," I told her as I dragged her into the flat.

"What could possibly so important as to take me away from my next meal?"

"The guy," I told her excitedly.

"You mean the guy we've been stalking all day?"

"Yes!"

"Well? What happened?" she questioned me animatedly.

"He bought me a drink, then we had a little chat."

"Why didn't you go home with him? Food or not he is sexy."

"Collete, you know I hate to take guys home from the bar," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. 'Trashy.' But just you remember that's why I eat better than you."

"Whatever, totally off track."

"Sooo?" she dragged out the 'o'.

"I told him I'd see him around town."

"Do you know his name?" she asked.

"Uh, no," I admitted sheepishly.

"You didn't get his name?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm not used to asking people for their names. It's more like 'here let me suck out your life force.'"

"Well, does he at least know your name?"

"I gave him an alias."

"And that would be?" she pressed.

"Marie."

"Marie what?"

"I...I don't know."

"How about, hmmm, Smith?"

"No, that is so obviously fake."

"McGilliand?" Collete suggested again.

"No, too long."

"Fine, uhhh, Miller?"

"What?"

"Yeah, c'mon! That's perfect! Marie Miller, I'm going to get you an ID for that."

"But..." Even though Collete and I had been friends for awhile now, I had never told her about my past, or at least, my human past. It wasn't something that a lot of vamps talked about. This was mainly because all of them were so old, not to mention, she would be upset and throw tantrum about how I hadn't told her sooner.

"Is there something wrong with that?" she raised a curious eyebrow.

"No," I sighed, "nothing at all."

 

 

O00O

 

The Hunter quickly left the club, heading for his small beach house. Getting into his black BMW, he typed in Sarah's number. But before he pressed that fated button, he hesitated.

What if it isn't her? I don't want Sarah harassing the young girl...or giving me shit about her.

He flipped the phone shut, and returned it to his pant pocket. He had to investigate this girl himself if he wanted to spare her privacy.

So maybe he wouldn't tell Sarah...for now.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...