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He watched her leave, and wondered how much she would follow up with.
He almost expected her to turn around and tell him she would stay with him.
But he only heard her heartbeat get quieter and quieter, until it only sounded like an echo, and even then that was because he was straining himself to hear it.
He remained where he was, and silently cursed himself. The little girl had gotten away and he was sad, and not bent on killing her like he has with so many others.
If I ever come across her again, I will kill her, he thought, trying to amend his mistake though he knew he never would.
………
Two years have gone by, and he was going back to where he said he would never again go back to, even after one hundred years: Brockport.
I need to know what my past name has gotten tangled with, he comforted himself in saying. He still had not forgotten her, even after he had fed. He thought if the bloodlust was gone, she would be too. He was sadly mistaken.
After he woke up, he went to his "uncle's" house, to see that negotiations were running smoothly. He was going to rent some college students part of his house, and he reluctantly agreed to meet with them.
He heard they were all eighteen, or nineteen.
Around her age, at least, he thought, before realizing what he was doing.
He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture since he was small, and went to his house, waiting.
Ten minutes later, the would-be renters came up to the driveway, and he smelled someone; someone similar.
No. It was someone who was around that someone similar. Was it her best friend? Probably. Or maybe—the thought made him growl—a boyfriend.
It doesn't matter what she does in her life. She was a temporary companion of the night. Nothing more; And never will be.
He treated the teenagers courteously, though the guys were getting angry that he was getting more attention than the house from the girls.
"Nelle, Kerry called. She wants to know if you guys are still going to go to the park later tonight," said one of the girls.
"That's right! Well, Anthony," she said to Michel, "It was nice meeting you. Hopefully my friends can strike an arrangement," she said nodding her head instead of shaking his hand.
"Yes; of course," he said, distracted. He was looking at her, planning. He wanted to see Kerry, see what she told the police, and maybe get some of that blood that always sounded strong when she knew she should be quiet.
Some of the girls quietly giggled, but only Michel can hear it. They thought he took an interest in Nelle.
"Is this person going to live here too?" he asked, innocently.
"Kerry? I don't think so. She says she doesn't like big, fancy, show-off houses. Though now that I think about it, she used to love this house," said Nelle.
"Maybe her views changed when she was taken hostage," said one of the guys.
"Taken hostage?" asked Michel, seeming interested.
The guy nodded his head. "It was about two years ago. Some Ethan, or Evan –I don't remember what the news paper said—was going to take her home, and this nut took them hostage. Killed the guy, but she ended killing him."
"A nut? Why them?"
"Seems like this Evan guy was accused of being a vampire."
"Do you believe in vampires?" he asked, with a mocking smile.
"I don't know what to believe. But I know Kerry now probably has some doubts."
"Well, what do you expect?" asked Nelle, "When you made a move on her, trying to kiss her neck?"
Michel felt jealous, but his expression told nothing.
"Well, I should go. She's waiting for me. I'll bring her over, okay John?"
"Alright. I'll call you, to tell you when to come over," he said –no doubt so that when Kerry came, Michel would be gone.
"I'll be on my way home then," said Michel, plans set. "You may rent my home for two thousand five hundred. Sounds good?" he asked. He knew he was renting them what was probably a world record, but he didn't care. The quicker they agreed, the quicker he could follow.
"Uhmm….yeah. Of course," they all said.
He left, and got inside his blue Monte Carlo, and followed Nelle.
He went into the park, and heard her heart beat. He could separate her heartbeat anywhere, being so used to it.
He turned around, and saw her –just as she saw him.
First story. Will make changes. Hope you like it