I've been watching her for quite a while now. Oh yes, she had definitely caught my eye one day, as I saw her walking out of her school building, alone, in the most unflattering outfit possible, and yet her face was incredibly exotic and beautiful, and she looked distressed. By judging the dark circles under her eyes and her frowned expression, somehow told me it wasn't solely because of sunlight.
I was completely hidden well under covers, in my car with the radio on low-key. I watched her as she anxiously looked around her and at her cell phone, and as she hastily crossed the sidewalk with her expression unchanged. Something was disturbing her, I could immediately sense it. She was dreading to go home, and yet she didn't know where else to be. She had to leave this place, at least, because she also dreaded to be here.
She walked to her car parked on the street, a shabby looking old black Toyota. She opened the doors and dumped her bag carelessly in the backseat, and quickly got into the driver's seat. And she drove away at a swift speed.
I couldn't resist my urge to follow her. Perhaps she could be the one. The channeling thoughts in my mind raced as I hesitated, and rest my foot on the accelerator. I was right behind her tail.
I chased after her, like a wolf hunting down its prey. But she wasn't the reason for it, she was the reason to be it. So far, she was the perfect candidate.
And then, a shrill ringing of my phone. Dammit, Carla. Annoyed, I picked up the phone.
"What?" I asked, irritated.
"Don't even think about it." She breathed angrily. She knew what I was up to.
Carla was too righteous for who she was. Too human.
"Not your business." I snapped.
"Yes." She responded immediately. "Yes, it is."
Then I sensed the heartbeat. The girl's, it was beating at a powerful speed, very quickly. She was clearly anxious. But what?
"She is human. Her heart beats." Carla snapped. "Don't be foolish and just come home. What on earth are you doing out on a day like this?"
Ignoring her, I looked up at the sky. It was clearly full-on sunshine. Not a good day for people like me. People like me and Carla.
People like vampires.