Part 21
Serefina dropped the girl's body, delicate nose wrinkling in distaste. "I knew I didn't like her."
Juliana and the cute dark-skinned boy were staring at her in utter disbelief. She just looked back at them innocently. "Well, she would have killed *you* two," Serefina pointed out, flipping back her shimmering yellow hair and taking a seat on an arm chair.
"Thank God my parents are on vacation," the boy muttered.
Juliana hadn't said anything yet. Just stood there, frowning. Serefina smiled radiantly. "Surely you recognise me."
"You're the elusive Serefina?" the boy said.
"And you are?" she asked, eyeing him curiously. She knew he was one of Charlene's friends, but couldn't recall hearing his name before. If she had, she'd forgotten. Probably wasn't important. He was only human, after all.
"That's Jackson," Juliana said. She glanced down at the body on the floor. "Somebody's going to notice if we don't do something with that."
There was an uncomfortable silence while Jackson took the body out of the room. Serefina looked at her sister expectantly. Juliana glared at her. "What? You just *show* up and think you can run my life like before?"
Serefina waved dismissively. She had always been the one in charge, and always would be. Sooner or later her stupid sisters would realise that.
"Maybe *she* can explain some of this Hunter business," Jackson said as he came back into the room.
"What Hunter business?" Serefina asked, confused. Vampire hunters were annoying, but they could always be dealt with.
She wasn't pleased about being forced to listen as Juliana snapped some story about some boyfriend she'd probably upset. "What does all this have to do with me?" she interrupted, bored, inspecting her long sharp nails, painted gold today.
"He keeps calling me *Serefina*," Juliana said moodily. "So this is all *your* fault."
"Get over it," Serefina snorted, standing up. "Kill him the next time you see him. I'm bored now. I'm leaving." Her eyes rolled in disgust as she glided out of the house. Somehow she'd make them see things her way.
Families should stick together.
Somehow...
* * *
Serefina dropped the girl's body, delicate nose wrinkling in distaste. "I knew I didn't like her."
Juliana and the cute dark-skinned boy were staring at her in utter disbelief. She just looked back at them innocently. "Well, she would have killed *you* two," Serefina pointed out, flipping back her shimmering yellow hair and taking a seat on an arm chair.
"Thank God my parents are on vacation," the boy muttered.
Juliana hadn't said anything yet. Just stood there, frowning. Serefina smiled radiantly. "Surely you recognise me."
"You're the elusive Serefina?" the boy said.
"And you are?" she asked, eyeing him curiously. She knew he was one of Charlene's friends, but couldn't recall hearing his name before. If she had, she'd forgotten. Probably wasn't important. He was only human, after all.
"That's Jackson," Juliana said. She glanced down at the body on the floor. "Somebody's going to notice if we don't do something with that."
There was an uncomfortable silence while Jackson took the body out of the room. Serefina looked at her sister expectantly. Juliana glared at her. "What? You just *show* up and think you can run my life like before?"
Serefina waved dismissively. She had always been the one in charge, and always would be. Sooner or later her stupid sisters would realise that.
"Maybe *she* can explain some of this Hunter business," Jackson said as he came back into the room.
"What Hunter business?" Serefina asked, confused. Vampire hunters were annoying, but they could always be dealt with.
She wasn't pleased about being forced to listen as Juliana snapped some story about some boyfriend she'd probably upset. "What does all this have to do with me?" she interrupted, bored, inspecting her long sharp nails, painted gold today.
"He keeps calling me *Serefina*," Juliana said moodily. "So this is all *your* fault."
"Get over it," Serefina snorted, standing up. "Kill him the next time you see him. I'm bored now. I'm leaving." Her eyes rolled in disgust as she glided out of the house. Somehow she'd make them see things her way.
Families should stick together.
Somehow...
* * *