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.



14. Chapter 14: Um...hey

Still January 10, 2013 Walking Around Town

What to do, what to do? I thought to myself as I walked up and down the streets of PCB. Being a local here, there's really not much I can do to amuse myself. For example:

> I'm a vamp. I can't tan at the beach... or anywhere for that matter.

> It's too early in the day to start drinking.

> I'm not a tourist, but even if I was, I wouldn't be doing all of that stupid, money wasting go-cart shit.


Just as I was about to add yet another thing to my list, I accidentally ram into another passerby. I drop my purse and the contents of it get spilled across the sidewalk.

"Well shit," I mutter to myself as I bend down to pick up my things.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" the woman I had run into bent down to help me. I glance up at her, feeling some odd familiarity about her ginger hair and soft blue eyes.

"Nah, it's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going," I reply.

"No, really. It's all my fault..." she was fishing for my name.

"Marie," I give her the warmest smile I could manage.

"Marie," she repeats, smiling. "Well, Marie, I'm very sorry to have caused you such trouble. Is there anything I could do for you?"

Oh man, this girl is super creepy. Why can't she just go away?

"Uhm, no thanks."


"No, really," I stood up to put some distance between us, "I'm fine. No harm done, so I'm just gonna go. But thank you for helping me with my things. Goodbye."


I practically run away from the encounter.






Sarah and The Hunter had been walking around town when suddenly, Sarah froze.

"Hey, I just remembered that I have to be somewhere. Go on ahead to the HQ and tell Mark that I'll be there soon, alright?"

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"None of your business," she spat, "now if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be."

Sarah began to walk briskly away from him, a determined look on her face. Odd enough, the Hunter still had to follow behind Sarah to get where he was going, that is, until she made a turn onto a side-street. Being the nosy person that he was, he stopped at the street, glancing down it for signs of Sarah. When he spotted her, she was now on the opposite street, jogging. Confused, he watched as he saw her plan unravel. She jogged up to the next block where she crossed back to the street he was on, and began walking towards him. Though she didn't notice him, he saw the raw contemptuous look on her face as she purposely ran into a passerby. He observed as she was all smiles, helping the woman pick up her things. The woman seemed reluctant for her assistance and walked quickly away from the scene. Sarah smirked, then turned back to me.

"What was that all about?" he asks her when she was again by his side.

"I just found out my vamp was a local."

"Yeah? That's it?"

Sarah scowls at him. "No. I also just confirmed that my vamp is the Ripper."


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