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I went back to the alley. Her scent was still there. Lingering invisibly in the sunlight. I inhaled deeply and my insides and senses burned for her blood. I followed her scent. Through the alleyway, past downtown, to a suburb of houses. I walked on the right side, carefully looking towards the left side, to see when the scent stopped. After passing several houses, the scent cut off in front of a three story brick house. The house was filled with her scent. Although two other faint scents were in the house. But from the lack of the other two, I could tell she was home alone. I heard footsteps throughout the house. I heard her soft breathing. I closed my eyes and inhaled for a moment. Once I opened my eyes, I could tell they were black. My fangs were piercing out, from my teeth. I will not have her yet. I will take my time. Take this as a challenge. I heard rushing footsteps come down the stairs then exiting the house. She was wearing a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a green three-quarter length top and black flats. She had a bag over her shoulder. She was locking up her house then turned towards my direction and I turned away and walked forward, away from her. I could sense her eyes on me. Panic and a tinge of fear welled up in her.
I was wearing a long black coat over my black attire. I had my hood over my head to block from the sun, which covered my face. I walked casually with my hands in my pockets, waiting for her to start walking in the other direction. She did. She was walking where I came from. Once she was out of hearing distance and far away, I turned around and bolted in her direction. People in their houses would not be able to place me as a person, because of the pace I was running. Exiting the suburbs, I ended back downtown. I followed her scent until I was in front of Ryerson University. I smirked. Well. Well. Clare. Prepare to meet a new classmate.
That night I decided to go to The Dot. I usually go there to pretend to be a civilized citizen, such as ordering coffee-disgusting shit-, having brief conversations with come-and-go customers, or just to pick out my next prey.
I walked in and sat at the counter, ordering my usual: black coffee. I was listening to different conversations between people, when a familiar scent rose through the small café after the sound of the bell rung; announcing someone has entered. I whipped my head to see her, standing there, oblivious to the fact that all the guys heads turned at the appearance of her. The annoyance rolled off of envied girls at how beautiful she was. But she simply took a seat at the counter near me.
"Peter. Have you seen Alli come in yet?" she asked towards the waiter of the place.
He shook his head, "Sorry, Clare haven't seen her tonight."
Clare frowned. Peter gave her a sympathetic smiled before going over to wait another table. Clare slumped back in her seat and put her hands under her face. She sighed in frustration. I stared at her intently. I took in every detail of her appearance. Her curly cinnamon locks dangling loosely, her pale white skin left a ghostly effect, her clear blue eyes filled with anxiousness. Soon she looked in my direction and noticed me staring. I was glad I took a shower earlier, which resulted in to changing my clothes. I knew if she recognized me, she would be scared. I wouldn't want that. Not yet.
Her facial expression turned shy and she cleared her throat. "Hello?"
"Yes?" I asked.
"Can…I help you with something?" She whispered shyly.
I shook my head. "What would make you think I want help?"
She dropped her hands on the counter and looked down. "Well…you were…staring at me…and I thought you needed something." She stammered.
"Well I don't… I'm Eli." I introduced.
"Clare." She looked into my eyes and held a certain fascination and weariness to her own.
I noticed, when I trailed down her neck, a silver cross was hung in the middle of her chest. Christian. I remember father was Christian. Always preached me to believe in god and follow Jesus' ways. I remember not believing a single word of it. Even now being a vampire, I don't have a single thought of God. Besides God wouldn't like me anyway. I am after all the devils soul. I smirked at the thought.
I looked back at Clares face to notice she was looking down at my hands. The ring on my thumb to be exact. It was silver with a black stone on the middle of it. On the inside of the ring; was inscripted creature of the night in Latin.
"It was given to me by my father." That was a lie. Fitz gave it to me a few years after my transformation. It helps me persuade certain people.
"It's beautiful." She studied in amazement.
"You're in to antique objects?" I asked interested.
She flicked her eyes back to mine. They held gleam and joy. "Yes. I've been studying it in class." she responded.
"So you're in high school?" I feigned curiousness.
She suddenly started laughing softly while shaking her head. "Man. Do I really look that young? No, I go to Ryerson." She smiled.
"As in the University?"
She nodded.
"Well it looks like you'll be seeing me around more often." She looked at me curiously. "I start there tomorrow." I finished.
Her eyes went warm and gave me a soothing look. "Well it's a very good school. Amazing classes." she said in awe.
"Hmm, well that does sound interesting." I smirked.
She gave me a shy smile. I suddenly smelt the familiar scent of her friend, just a few minutes away from the café. I abruptly got off of the chair and made my way through the door.
"Is something wrong?" She must of noticed the abruptness of my leaving.
I looked back at her. "Nothings wrong. I just have to get going. I'll see you around….Clare." I smirked and vanished out through the door, moments later, Clares friend popped in The Dot. I could feel Clares eyes watching my retreating figure. She's intrigued already. I could sense it on her, back when I was talking to her. I smiled darkly. She has no idea.
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