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Prologue
David's POV
We watched them in the shadows on the boardwalk most nightd. I had done it enough to know who they were. They were the five most popular girls at the Santa Clara High School: Cindy, Pauly, Debbie, Tiffani, and Taylor. Most of them were twits, but something drew me to their leader, Cindy. She was evil. She was evil and she was stupid, not to mention shallow and attractive, with light brown hair and dark blue eyes, almost violet. She would be perfect for the clan. She could be ruthless, but she'd never become intelligent enough to question me. Plus the promise of keeping her youthful good looks forever would be enough for her.
And then there was Pauly. Pauly could have been useful. But I knew she wasn't. She still had some level of benevolence in tact, deep down. I'd overheard her sharp putdowns, but instead wearing an instant smirk like Cindy, she would always almost look regretful for a moment. But sometimes she wouldn't, and in those moments, I'd considered taking her and Cindy together. But I knew that wouldn't work. It would be too difficult was the problem. One popular rich kid dead is suspicious enough. But two? The police might get off their asses and actually hunt us down. Instead of understanding the truth, they'd assume we were Satanists, and arrest us. And who would want to waste eternal youth in jail? It wouldn't be worth the risk. Not both of them.
Cindy, though, I could handle only Cindy. Maybe I could maybe a sacrifice, let the girl stay with her parents until she graduates so no one will be suspicious. It would be a pain to wait for her to sneak out of the house but it would only be for two years. Pauly would be more of an issue.
She would be nervous, I know it. She might even say something along the lines of, "Eww, drinking blood is, like, totally grody to the max, like, you know?"
That manner of speech alone would be reason enough to avoid either of them, and yet it's so tempting. They're just stupid, and so young. Pauly is not nearly as attractive as Cindy though. Cindy isn't the best looking girl I've ever seen either. Pauly is California bland, you know the deal, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her color of blonde is shocking, I'd must admit. It's so blonde it's nearly white, like mine, and it's natural too. Not like their friend Tiffani's. She's peculiarly tall too, at least compared to her friends, at five foot seven, five foot eight I'd estimate. She's just too vapid as well. Anything that doesn't relate to her, clothes, MTV, Seventeen, Cindy, or her boyfriend, Zack, I think his name is, is worthless in her mind. I almost pity her. She'd make a decent snack, maybe.
Not like Cindy. Cindy is as concerned with vapid things as Pauly, but she isn't as stupid, I assume. That's not to say she isn't stupid. She's just not stupid to the point of annoyance. None of the other girl were really worth mentioning other than these two. I wish Pauly wasn't worth mentioning either. But therein lies the problem. Cindy and Pauly are apparently joined at the hip. They have those little "BEST FRIENDS" charms on their necklaces. You know, those disgusting little things with "BE FRI" on one and "ST ENDS" on the other. They seem inseparable. I've approached Cindy about three times before. Every time, she says "Like, sure. OK," and then "Like, come on, Pauly, let's go hang with, like, David."
And Pauly comes over with the all-brawn no-brains boyfriend of hers, big stupid smile on her face, while he drags his feet over like a Neanderthal.
"Fur shur! Like, where are we going," she'll ask.
And then we end hanging out at the little amusement park on the boardwalk or the local diner. And every moment I get Cindy alone, all she wants to do is kiss. And ask what college I'm going to. And what I'm majoring in. And if I have any girlfriends she should know about. So I lied.
I'm sure that she brags to all her friends, "David is, like totally going to, like, USC, but he comes here, like every weekend, and he's majoring in business, so he'll like totally be rich, you know? And , USC is, like, totally private, and not all grody and scummy like UCLA, you know?"
And all her little friends nod along and "Like, totally" and "Fur shur!"
It's pathetic how easy their little lives are to predict. In fact, if you think about it, I'd be saving Cindy. Taking her minor intelligence to a new, more useful (for me at least) level. It's not like she'd be missing anything.