Part 8
Sephra was hoping she could avoid the cafeteria at lunch. Her hunger was stirring and she didn't want to be in a large place with a lot of people. She was debating on cutting her afternoon classes. Or maybe she could find a willing human and feed quickly.
Only she was surprised to find Rylan waiting for her outside the classroom.
Caprice was eyeing him suspiciously. Did this girl not have *eyes* in her head? "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You guys heading to the cafeteria for lunch?" he asked. His tone was polite and friendly.
Sephra fought to control her hunger. The hot guy was suggesting he could go with them, it was too good an opportunity for her to pass up. "We were," she said giving him her best smile.
Caprice's eyebrow raised. "We?"
"If you have other plans, be my guest," Sephra said, slipping her arm through Rylan's.
Caprice shrugged and turned to walk away. Rylan reached out and caught hold of her arm. Caprice looked at him, then sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh. I get it."
Got what? Sephra was confused. There was something going on that she didn't get? Whatever. She noticed Rylan was putting very little on his plate. ~Vampire?~ she wondered. He smiled briefly. Sephra tried not to smirk.
"So where abouts did you live before, Sephra?" Rylan asked with a smirk.
"Vancouver," Sephra answered. A city she'd always enjoyed, so much to do and see. And plenty of tourists to feed on. Now this. A small town in the mountains.
"So what'd you like to do, hobbies and stuff?" This guy was full of questions. Sephra wondered if he was taking a survey.
Sephra didn't know what to ell him. She had been part of a gang of Night People, the leader, they had hunted, caused destruction and chaos, messed with Forbidden Spells, went out all night to Goth and hard-core metal clubs. "I guess I like to party," she said finally, her eyes twinkling.
"And she thinks *I'm* insane," Caprice muttered under her breath.
Sephra frowned. She hadn't said anything about loud about the things she *really* liked, and yet somehow, she had a feeling that the girl just *knew*, as if she'd been able to read Sephra's thoughts.
But she was human. Wasn't she?
Caprice stood up. "As fascinating as this conversation *isn't*, excuse me, I have books to take back to the library." She turned and walked off.
Sephra eyed her with distaste. Rylan sighed. "She's a little weird, but you get used to her."
Sephra tried to figure out his expression. It was almost a one of...vague longing. She sighed herself and turned her gaze away from Caprice's disappearing back.
"So what did you *really* want to talk to me about?"
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Sephra was hoping she could avoid the cafeteria at lunch. Her hunger was stirring and she didn't want to be in a large place with a lot of people. She was debating on cutting her afternoon classes. Or maybe she could find a willing human and feed quickly.
Only she was surprised to find Rylan waiting for her outside the classroom.
Caprice was eyeing him suspiciously. Did this girl not have *eyes* in her head? "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You guys heading to the cafeteria for lunch?" he asked. His tone was polite and friendly.
Sephra fought to control her hunger. The hot guy was suggesting he could go with them, it was too good an opportunity for her to pass up. "We were," she said giving him her best smile.
Caprice's eyebrow raised. "We?"
"If you have other plans, be my guest," Sephra said, slipping her arm through Rylan's.
Caprice shrugged and turned to walk away. Rylan reached out and caught hold of her arm. Caprice looked at him, then sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh. I get it."
Got what? Sephra was confused. There was something going on that she didn't get? Whatever. She noticed Rylan was putting very little on his plate. ~Vampire?~ she wondered. He smiled briefly. Sephra tried not to smirk.
"So where abouts did you live before, Sephra?" Rylan asked with a smirk.
"Vancouver," Sephra answered. A city she'd always enjoyed, so much to do and see. And plenty of tourists to feed on. Now this. A small town in the mountains.
"So what'd you like to do, hobbies and stuff?" This guy was full of questions. Sephra wondered if he was taking a survey.
Sephra didn't know what to ell him. She had been part of a gang of Night People, the leader, they had hunted, caused destruction and chaos, messed with Forbidden Spells, went out all night to Goth and hard-core metal clubs. "I guess I like to party," she said finally, her eyes twinkling.
"And she thinks *I'm* insane," Caprice muttered under her breath.
Sephra frowned. She hadn't said anything about loud about the things she *really* liked, and yet somehow, she had a feeling that the girl just *knew*, as if she'd been able to read Sephra's thoughts.
But she was human. Wasn't she?
Caprice stood up. "As fascinating as this conversation *isn't*, excuse me, I have books to take back to the library." She turned and walked off.
Sephra eyed her with distaste. Rylan sighed. "She's a little weird, but you get used to her."
Sephra tried to figure out his expression. It was almost a one of...vague longing. She sighed herself and turned her gaze away from Caprice's disappearing back.
"So what did you *really* want to talk to me about?"
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