Part 1
The rain was heavy, thunder crashed and lightning boomed. The silent figure walked through the rain, no hood, or coat of any sort, enjoying the water as it crashed over her, soaking her to the bone.
It was such a beautiful storm. She loved storms. She danced along the deserted road, singing to herself. Her voice was lost in the noises of the downpour. No one paid attention to her.
No one ever had.
Well, only once...
Once was enough.
The beginning and the end of everything for her. Two brief shining months of happiness and then everything had gone to hell.
Well, they'd pay. They'd all pay.
* * *
Part 2
Jarred Redfern was annoyed. He hated the damn rain. His car had stalled at the side of the road. After the amount of money he'd paid for his Mercedes 280XL he wouldn't have expected the damn thing to stall on him. He kicked the tires in frustration. "Damn fucking piece of shit," he swore at the car.
The battery on his Nokia cell phone was dead as well. Typical. What was the matter with these things? You pay excessive prices for technology and stuff to look and then when you need them the stupid things don't work!
Jarred was soaked already from standing around in the storm. He looked around in frustration. He could see headlights gleaming through the rain. Before he knew what he was doing he had stepped out in the middle of the road and waving at the car to stop.
The girl inside the small blue BMW that pulled up was small, with a mop of unbrushed blonde hair, with strange reddish eyes. An idea was filling his mind. Her car was nice enough...
She rolled down the window and looked at his dead car. "Problems?" she asked.
He gave her one of his best smiles. "Yeah, damn thing won't run. You got a cell phone I could borrow?"
She nodded and reached for her purse from the backseat. "Sure. Hop in."
Jarred grinned, admiring her swan like neck. He was getting a new car and a snack. Maybe this wasn't such a bad night after all.
She handed him her phone, studying him for a while. He looked at her, wondering why she looked vaguely familiar. "Do I know you?" she asked.
He tilted his head to one side, wondering. "I don't know. Why?"
She shrugged slender shoulders. "You look familiar is all. Do you go to school?"
Jarred shrugged himself. He may be a Redfern vampire, but since he was only eighteen his damn stupid parents made him attend the local high school. The need for Redferns to attend human school was totally beyond him. "Occasionally."
"Black Falls High?" she asked. She sounded somewhat eager, and almost excited.
"Yeah," he said non-committedly. He wondered if she was in a few of his classes. Maybe that's where he'd seen her. One of the girls who was always admiring him, but wasn't worth paying attention to.
"You're Jarred Redfern, aren't you?" she said, her red eyes twinkling, strangely eerie in the dim interior of the car.
He wasn't really surprised she knew who he was. He turned to her, fangs glimmering. "It doesn't really matter who you are, you're just my next meal."
The girl laughed harshly. "I don't think so," she said.
Jarred never saw the stake she pulled out, hidden somewhere convenient for her to grab. All he felt was shock and surprise, then nothing.
* * *
"Your next meal, my ass," the red-eyed girl muttered. She smiled. No one would recognise her now. Glamour was such a handy spell to learn.
She got out of the car she'd hotwired. She'd been following Mr Redfern here, a little magic had disabled his precious car and annoying cell phone. She didn't know why she bothered herself. No one ever called her.
She pulled Jarred's mummified body out and dumped it inside his car. She could feel her hatred welling and boiling as she glared at him. He'd been one of them...
She shook her head, not wanting to think about why she'd had to kill him, just knowing that she'd had to. He was dead now, anyway.
The rain seeped unto her skin, cooling her, calming her. Making her smile.
But the rain wouldn't wash away what had happened.
The only solace she would get would be destroying those responsible...
Well, she had already put her plan in motion.
* * *
The rain was heavy, thunder crashed and lightning boomed. The silent figure walked through the rain, no hood, or coat of any sort, enjoying the water as it crashed over her, soaking her to the bone.
It was such a beautiful storm. She loved storms. She danced along the deserted road, singing to herself. Her voice was lost in the noises of the downpour. No one paid attention to her.
No one ever had.
Well, only once...
Once was enough.
The beginning and the end of everything for her. Two brief shining months of happiness and then everything had gone to hell.
Well, they'd pay. They'd all pay.
* * *
Part 2
Jarred Redfern was annoyed. He hated the damn rain. His car had stalled at the side of the road. After the amount of money he'd paid for his Mercedes 280XL he wouldn't have expected the damn thing to stall on him. He kicked the tires in frustration. "Damn fucking piece of shit," he swore at the car.
The battery on his Nokia cell phone was dead as well. Typical. What was the matter with these things? You pay excessive prices for technology and stuff to look and then when you need them the stupid things don't work!
Jarred was soaked already from standing around in the storm. He looked around in frustration. He could see headlights gleaming through the rain. Before he knew what he was doing he had stepped out in the middle of the road and waving at the car to stop.
The girl inside the small blue BMW that pulled up was small, with a mop of unbrushed blonde hair, with strange reddish eyes. An idea was filling his mind. Her car was nice enough...
She rolled down the window and looked at his dead car. "Problems?" she asked.
He gave her one of his best smiles. "Yeah, damn thing won't run. You got a cell phone I could borrow?"
She nodded and reached for her purse from the backseat. "Sure. Hop in."
Jarred grinned, admiring her swan like neck. He was getting a new car and a snack. Maybe this wasn't such a bad night after all.
She handed him her phone, studying him for a while. He looked at her, wondering why she looked vaguely familiar. "Do I know you?" she asked.
He tilted his head to one side, wondering. "I don't know. Why?"
She shrugged slender shoulders. "You look familiar is all. Do you go to school?"
Jarred shrugged himself. He may be a Redfern vampire, but since he was only eighteen his damn stupid parents made him attend the local high school. The need for Redferns to attend human school was totally beyond him. "Occasionally."
"Black Falls High?" she asked. She sounded somewhat eager, and almost excited.
"Yeah," he said non-committedly. He wondered if she was in a few of his classes. Maybe that's where he'd seen her. One of the girls who was always admiring him, but wasn't worth paying attention to.
"You're Jarred Redfern, aren't you?" she said, her red eyes twinkling, strangely eerie in the dim interior of the car.
He wasn't really surprised she knew who he was. He turned to her, fangs glimmering. "It doesn't really matter who you are, you're just my next meal."
The girl laughed harshly. "I don't think so," she said.
Jarred never saw the stake she pulled out, hidden somewhere convenient for her to grab. All he felt was shock and surprise, then nothing.
* * *
"Your next meal, my ass," the red-eyed girl muttered. She smiled. No one would recognise her now. Glamour was such a handy spell to learn.
She got out of the car she'd hotwired. She'd been following Mr Redfern here, a little magic had disabled his precious car and annoying cell phone. She didn't know why she bothered herself. No one ever called her.
She pulled Jarred's mummified body out and dumped it inside his car. She could feel her hatred welling and boiling as she glared at him. He'd been one of them...
She shook her head, not wanting to think about why she'd had to kill him, just knowing that she'd had to. He was dead now, anyway.
The rain seeped unto her skin, cooling her, calming her. Making her smile.
But the rain wouldn't wash away what had happened.
The only solace she would get would be destroying those responsible...
Well, she had already put her plan in motion.
* * *