-1 pronounced Al-bear (like the son from Count of Monte Cristo). He also has a slight French accent.
Her blood tingled my senses, even after she walked away. Oh, her blood was resistible, but why let such precious blood continue to flow when there were hungry immortals so close?
"Sierra, she is so young," pleaded my French-Canadian partner Albert, but I pushed him aside.
"Less time for her to spoil her blood," I replied. I watched her start that old, run-down truck & putt away. I pulled Albert's hand & ran to his car. I allowed a car or 2 to wedge between the girl & me as I followed her home. The whole trip into the town called Forks was a long, whinny trip because my gentle-hearted friend complained about how we should spare the child's life. Albert was a ruthless killer like myself, but deep down was soft. I hoped that this girl would harden him; maybe hearing the cries of her family would show him that he controlled fate.
It was dark when she parked the truck into her driveway. She was a gorgeous girl nearing 17- I had a knack for people's ages, a useless power. I sent Albert to check the back of the house for "security" while I stayed to watch the family.
The man of the house, judging my the squad car in the driveway, was a police chief. Talking the girl from her own home could be a challenge, but after I was successful then man would be too ashamed to go outside again! Not to mention his reputation would plummet.
"Sierra, they're locked the door & windows all over the house- except for one." I looked up, surprised. Surly an officer would feel more strongly about safety.
"Where?" I followed my accomplice to the side of the housed. There on the second floor was an open window, & the girl was inside- alone by the looks of it. She was unpacking the day's spoils from a plastic sack & talking to the man downstairs in the living room.
"I can cook, Grandpa!" she called. Did she live her grandparents, or where the parents there, too, hidden inside?
"I know that! You've been cooking every meal since you arrived, but Madison, you are a guest. Let me cook for you some fish from La Push," said the man. The girl's nose wrinkled. So it was just the 2 of them. Plans to take the girl almost clouded my judgment, & I caught myself hanging on the side of the house. Albert pulled me back down.
"Do you want to be caught Patience! We'll get her tonight. Oh, I can smell the blood from here."
"I thought you wanted to spare the girl."
"I've changed my mind."
"I've already claimed the first bite," I snapped.
"Just save some for me."
The hours passed, but neither human slept. I was nearly 11 when Albert saw the man turn in for the night, yet the child, Madison- what an old woman's name!- read peacefully in her bed. Albert & I were almost about to give up when her lights went out. And her window, though her grandfather told her to shut it, was still wide open!
"Foolish girl, isn't she, Albert?" He looked up at the inviting window. Slowly, quietly, we scaled up the sleeping house to the warm, rich blood.
The girl had immediately fallen into a deep sleep, surrounded by a false security. I had to wonder why she felt so safe with killers loose in the area. Then again weren't all teenagers "invincible"? Her brown hair & red highlights reflected the moon's soft glow, & her ghostly white skin made her look like a little child's porcelain doll.
"Do you sense something…different about her?" Albert leaned over the girl's head. I, too, thought there was something familiar, un-human, but I shook the feeling off.
The girl flipped over with amazing speed, but surely she hadn't heard him. Albert spoke so softly, even I barely hear him!
Down the hall the man was making his nightly rounds. There would be no time to take the girl quietly. Causing a scene would only cause more trouble than she was worth. Albert panicked & took out his pocket knife. I took a pillow & shoved it over the girl's mouth before she could scream, & Albert carved the mark into the left side of her head. Warm, sweet, rich blood ran down her head & all over the bed.
I jumped out of her window & into the car. Albert wasn't behind me, but it didn't matter. I'd catch up with him later after he cleared the evidence. A few minuets later he called me from the woods behind the house.
"She's marked, & I drank some blood before her grandfather came in. Oh, Sierra! Her blood is like sweet honey, but with a bitter taste. It almost tasted like someone had already bit her. I know she's still human though. How could that be? She has venom in her blood. Is that even possible?" I slammed my phone shut & threw it on the passenger's seat. A human with venomous blood? That was a laugh!
