It was around breakfast time, Alexa emerged from the library nose in an old book, and lifting a 150 kg dumbbell with her free hand. As she glided past the living room she was caught by the stench again. "Freeloader what are you doing in there?" She swung the ancient door open and growled down at the young looking vampire lounging around on her sofa, he was now holding what looked to her like a glowing spherical Rubik's cube. At least Diana knew how to keep him occupied, she hoped this one would also blow up in his face, or at least take his hands off.
"Your father had some sweet stuff."
Paul flicked another section, he looked up to see if the hunter had left him be. But she had stopped in her tracks. The chick is formidable! She almost didn't have a presence, but her eyes were starting to shine, what had he said this time? "Are you cool?"
"Has!" Alexa launched her dumbbell at his head, not waiting to see if it connected, and continued to her kitchen. Her mobile phone clicked in an almost inaudible ring, she slid it out of her pocket and checked behind her for any trace of the vampire that shall not be named, and answered. An uncertain Australian voice started to break the through. "Good Morning. Is that an Alexa Vendetta who filled a missing persons report a few days ago?"
"Yes it is."
"This is Constable Sandulf, I am sorry that I have to inform you that we cannot go any further with the case. Unless you provide us with further information?" He sounded friendly and helpful through the formality of his job, the sympathy card should be worth a try. "I'll give you absolutely any information you ask, he's my dad you know. Are?" She sniffed down the phone. "Are you giving up because he's dead? Please tell me he's not!" She had pitched a little higher than she had intended, but to ensure her farther's, it was worth making a little fool of herself.
"No miss. So, you are a rello? Do you have his birth certificate, a copy of his passport, or any legal documents… we don't seem to have a surname for him."
"He doesn't have one."
"Doesn't have one of what?"
Sitting at his desk in the 'missing persons' department, if the station was big enough to have departments, constable Sandulf was pretty confused. Jason on the desk next to him, cocked his head and squinted back at him. The teenage girls voice croaked out. "All of the above, what other questions do you have, please?"
He felt for her, she must have been only a teenager. Her father leaving her like this must have broken her heart, which means he had to call this in in another capacity. And mouthed to Jason 'child protection' but he was already looking it up, good kid. "Miss Vendetta, how old are you?"
Alexa ended the call, and gulped, she wasn't going to let social services get involved. Trusting the government with anything in her world truly never worked. She should have taken this into her own hands, not the police. But who would help her, what was the next step?
A/N: Slowly putting up this version, mostly up on wattpad already.