Part 9
Well if you haven't guessed it already at the new safehouse I was staying in there was a boy there named Vincent Crowe, not exactly the nicest guy in the world, who wasn't all that surprised to see me there. See where I'm going with this? Anyway, so we've got a new character here for me to get into his mind, or at least speculate what he had been thinking from what I was told afterwards.
There was only one person who would be inconsiderate enough to call him after midnight, Vincent didn't even want to know what Raina wanted this time. He was already totally bored with being stuck pretending to be a Daybreaker, nothing hardly ever happened. "This had better be good," he muttered sleepily.
"You work for me, remember," Raina's bitchy voice snapped at him. "Long story short Seth's done it again, and the girl will be going to your safehouse before long. Evan's supposed to be hunting her down, keep an eye on her until Evan gets off his arse and kills her." She hung up.
Vincent's eyes rolled, wondering why Seth managed to get away with so much. It was completely unfair. Vincent also wondered why, if Seth kept going for other girls, he kept Raina around at all, considering all she did was kill them. It was getting a little silly.
He didn't particularly like Evan, he had a habit of screwing up, but somehow managed to remain Raina's favourite, she didn't seem to have any idea the guy was such a dweeb when it came to her assignments.
Which meant he would most likely have to pick up the pieces. He groaned aloud, rolling over, and tried to get back to sleep.
* * *
When I got to the safehouse, I of course, had no idea what Raina and her cronies were planning. I was just nervous about being stuck with a bunch of people I didn't know if I could trust or not. I mean, after all, there weren't just vampires, there were witches and shapeshifters and werewolves (oh my!) it was still kind of hard to think of them living in two separate societies of good guys and bad guys. And I also had a new name as well, and a new identity, as of now, I was supposed to be Janna Starling. Eew. The worry was that if someone heard me as Erin Redfern that might get back to Seth. So I grudgingly had to accept this.
"So what'd you think so far?" Poppy asked me, once I had settled into my new bedroom.
"I think I'm going crazy," I said reasonably, folding my arms stubbornly. "I don't see why I can't just go home and explain everything. This is nuts."
Poppy smiled sympathetically. "I know the feeling, it was like that for me when I first became a vampire."
I wasn't interested. "Yeah, but your boyfriend saved you from dying and you got to go off with him. I didn't get a choice," I pointed out. I didn't really care about how other people had gotten into the whole insane concept at this point, all could think about was me and how I was feeling. I was the one all this wrong had been done to.
"Everyone understands," Poppy's smile was starting to get really annoying. "Give us a yell if you need us." Finally she took the hint and went away.
I followed quietly, wanting to know what she was going to say about me. I didn't care that I was being petty, I just wanted my life back. Was that really so terribly wrong? I didn't want to be Janna Starling, I just wanted to be Erin Thompson.
"Well she's settled in, but she's - " Poppy was saying to one of the other safehouse occupants Rashel Jordan.
"Extremely bitchy and going to drive us up the wall?"
I had to try not to laugh in disbelief. Rashel thought *I* was bitchy? When was the last time she took time to evaluate her personality? So she had vampire issues. Welcome to the club.
"I guess, but I still think..." Poppy trailed off.
"What?" Rashel asked.
"Do you get the feeling we're being watched? Something's going to go wrong."
Rashel snorted. "Something *always* goes wrong."
As much as I hated to admit it, she was actually right there.
* * *
Well if you haven't guessed it already at the new safehouse I was staying in there was a boy there named Vincent Crowe, not exactly the nicest guy in the world, who wasn't all that surprised to see me there. See where I'm going with this? Anyway, so we've got a new character here for me to get into his mind, or at least speculate what he had been thinking from what I was told afterwards.
There was only one person who would be inconsiderate enough to call him after midnight, Vincent didn't even want to know what Raina wanted this time. He was already totally bored with being stuck pretending to be a Daybreaker, nothing hardly ever happened. "This had better be good," he muttered sleepily.
"You work for me, remember," Raina's bitchy voice snapped at him. "Long story short Seth's done it again, and the girl will be going to your safehouse before long. Evan's supposed to be hunting her down, keep an eye on her until Evan gets off his arse and kills her." She hung up.
Vincent's eyes rolled, wondering why Seth managed to get away with so much. It was completely unfair. Vincent also wondered why, if Seth kept going for other girls, he kept Raina around at all, considering all she did was kill them. It was getting a little silly.
He didn't particularly like Evan, he had a habit of screwing up, but somehow managed to remain Raina's favourite, she didn't seem to have any idea the guy was such a dweeb when it came to her assignments.
Which meant he would most likely have to pick up the pieces. He groaned aloud, rolling over, and tried to get back to sleep.
* * *
When I got to the safehouse, I of course, had no idea what Raina and her cronies were planning. I was just nervous about being stuck with a bunch of people I didn't know if I could trust or not. I mean, after all, there weren't just vampires, there were witches and shapeshifters and werewolves (oh my!) it was still kind of hard to think of them living in two separate societies of good guys and bad guys. And I also had a new name as well, and a new identity, as of now, I was supposed to be Janna Starling. Eew. The worry was that if someone heard me as Erin Redfern that might get back to Seth. So I grudgingly had to accept this.
"So what'd you think so far?" Poppy asked me, once I had settled into my new bedroom.
"I think I'm going crazy," I said reasonably, folding my arms stubbornly. "I don't see why I can't just go home and explain everything. This is nuts."
Poppy smiled sympathetically. "I know the feeling, it was like that for me when I first became a vampire."
I wasn't interested. "Yeah, but your boyfriend saved you from dying and you got to go off with him. I didn't get a choice," I pointed out. I didn't really care about how other people had gotten into the whole insane concept at this point, all could think about was me and how I was feeling. I was the one all this wrong had been done to.
"Everyone understands," Poppy's smile was starting to get really annoying. "Give us a yell if you need us." Finally she took the hint and went away.
I followed quietly, wanting to know what she was going to say about me. I didn't care that I was being petty, I just wanted my life back. Was that really so terribly wrong? I didn't want to be Janna Starling, I just wanted to be Erin Thompson.
"Well she's settled in, but she's - " Poppy was saying to one of the other safehouse occupants Rashel Jordan.
"Extremely bitchy and going to drive us up the wall?"
I had to try not to laugh in disbelief. Rashel thought *I* was bitchy? When was the last time she took time to evaluate her personality? So she had vampire issues. Welcome to the club.
"I guess, but I still think..." Poppy trailed off.
"What?" Rashel asked.
"Do you get the feeling we're being watched? Something's going to go wrong."
Rashel snorted. "Something *always* goes wrong."
As much as I hated to admit it, she was actually right there.
* * *