Part 7

For the first time in weeks Lara found herself in a very good mood as she headed down the high school hallways. Maybe because she was on the prowl.

What was the fun of a blood feast if you couldn't eat some boys as well? There were so many idiots here she would just love to slaughter, she didn't know where to begin.

She almost felt like a kid in a candy shop. Only the candy was human shells full of sticky, yummy blood inside.

No one had told her how many she could bring either. She knew for a blood feast you got three people to drain, and got all the power and high of their blood in one. At the rate they were going for this, it was turning into a slaughter.

Either way worked for her.

Her eyes narrowed as a boy with sandy hair walked down the hall. She frowned, remembering he had been foolish enough to knock into her. Well, he'd do for a first course.

Deliberately, she dropped her books as he came closer.

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Jason frowned, remembering the pretty blonde vampire he'd almost knocked down. Lara Redfern. She'd told him to remember her name, and he had.

He watched her books slide out her hand as he came closer. He wondered if he should pick them up for her, or walk on. Or if he walked on would she yell at him for not being polite.

He bent down and picked up the books. "Here."

She gave him a stunning smile. "Oh thanks. How clumsy of me."

Something about his tone bothered her. Seductively flirty. She'd almost bitten his head off at their last meeting. He was surprised she hadn't done it literally. He shrugged. "No problem."

She continued to smile at him, her eyes twinkling. "Listen, I just wanted to apologise about how I acted the first time we ran into each other. I'd been having a really bad day. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." Her voice was practically dripping.

Was she trying to pick up on him and snatch him for the blood feast? If he went along with it, he could get to the feast and rescue Estelle. "It's okay. I should have paid attention."

"You're new here, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'm Jason Brooks." He gave her one of his best smiles.

"Well, if you'd let me, I'd like to make things up for being rude," Lara went on, still sickeningly sweet. "How about a movie later tonight?"

Jason frowned. If he agreed, it might give him more time to plan some sort of escape once he got to wherever the feast was being held, and how to rescue the rest of the slaves. "Sure," he said.

"See you later." She walked away, her hips swaying.

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Lara felt like throwing up. However, at least she could congratulate herself on her wonderful acting skills. Jason had swallowed the bait. Fool.

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