Part 2
She just tossed it! I can't believe it! Girls are supposed to like roses, or that's what I've learned from other girls. Of course I couldn't show any sort of emotion. I had to just stand back and pretend everything was normal.
Maybe I should talk to someone about this. It's not much fun having to deal with this all by myself. But who would understand? It's absurd enough as it is. I guess I'm still stunned with how she just tossed the rose like that.
What did it take to get her to notice me? Her little blonde friend did. I should have someone interested in one of her friends, then they could find out what it took to get her attention. Even just saying her name is almost painful.
I didn't actually have to say it was *her* I was in love with. I could say it was the girl who was our kind, and as for her other friends...
Or maybe I could just...
Just take her and change her so we could be together forever. But what if I did that and she hated me forever? I don't know. But I need to do something...
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Tyche Drache didn't understand what was wrong with Cassanova Redfern. These past few weeks he'd been acting like this head was in the clouds. Nobody could make any sense out of it.
Then again, it wasn't like it was the first time something like this had happened. It was hard keeping your claws in a boyfriend whose name was Cassanova.
Claws, quite literally. Her snobby brother Galen was already famous, involved in all that stupid business with the Witch Child. Everyone seemed to have forgotten he had a sister. Their family's alliance with Circle Daybreak disgusted her. They didn't seem to care about what *she* did. They all seemed to have forgotten she existed.
"There was a *rose* in some human bimbo's locker, can you believe it?" her friend Nemesis Weald snorted in disgust. "Who would do something so corny?"
Tyche ran her fingers through her glossy dark hair. "I happen to like roses." She couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever given her flowers of any kind.
"You wouldn't object if it was *you* getting the roses," Ceres Blackthorn sneered.
Nemesis inspected talon-like black nails. "I wouldn't mind if they were black."
Tyche snorted. "Aren't black roses a made vampire thing?"
"What are you so gloomy about?" Ceres asked, head tilted.
Tyche shrugged. "Anyone noticed Cassanova's weird behaviour lately?" She had tried to talk to him, and of course, he claimed there was nothing wrong. Too bad the boy, no matter how sexy he was, was a lousy liar. His eyes gave him away.
"Cassanova is just *weird*, period," Ceres snorted. "No one notices because he's so sexy."
"Maybe he put the rose in the girl's locker," Nemesis said casually.
Tyche scowled. "You're a lot of help."
"It's the type of thing he'd do," Nemesis pointed out.
As much as Tyche hated to admit it, she had a horrible feeling that she might be right. How humiliating. "Who's the human?" she demanded.
"Don't know her name," Nemesis said. "She hangs with Helen Mandrill."
Mandrill were a vampire clan. Was the girl Daybreak? Whatever. She wasn't the issue. The issue was this bitch who thought she could take Cassanova. She needed to be dealt with. Fast.
* * *
She just tossed it! I can't believe it! Girls are supposed to like roses, or that's what I've learned from other girls. Of course I couldn't show any sort of emotion. I had to just stand back and pretend everything was normal.
Maybe I should talk to someone about this. It's not much fun having to deal with this all by myself. But who would understand? It's absurd enough as it is. I guess I'm still stunned with how she just tossed the rose like that.
What did it take to get her to notice me? Her little blonde friend did. I should have someone interested in one of her friends, then they could find out what it took to get her attention. Even just saying her name is almost painful.
I didn't actually have to say it was *her* I was in love with. I could say it was the girl who was our kind, and as for her other friends...
Or maybe I could just...
Just take her and change her so we could be together forever. But what if I did that and she hated me forever? I don't know. But I need to do something...
* * *
Tyche Drache didn't understand what was wrong with Cassanova Redfern. These past few weeks he'd been acting like this head was in the clouds. Nobody could make any sense out of it.
Then again, it wasn't like it was the first time something like this had happened. It was hard keeping your claws in a boyfriend whose name was Cassanova.
Claws, quite literally. Her snobby brother Galen was already famous, involved in all that stupid business with the Witch Child. Everyone seemed to have forgotten he had a sister. Their family's alliance with Circle Daybreak disgusted her. They didn't seem to care about what *she* did. They all seemed to have forgotten she existed.
"There was a *rose* in some human bimbo's locker, can you believe it?" her friend Nemesis Weald snorted in disgust. "Who would do something so corny?"
Tyche ran her fingers through her glossy dark hair. "I happen to like roses." She couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever given her flowers of any kind.
"You wouldn't object if it was *you* getting the roses," Ceres Blackthorn sneered.
Nemesis inspected talon-like black nails. "I wouldn't mind if they were black."
Tyche snorted. "Aren't black roses a made vampire thing?"
"What are you so gloomy about?" Ceres asked, head tilted.
Tyche shrugged. "Anyone noticed Cassanova's weird behaviour lately?" She had tried to talk to him, and of course, he claimed there was nothing wrong. Too bad the boy, no matter how sexy he was, was a lousy liar. His eyes gave him away.
"Cassanova is just *weird*, period," Ceres snorted. "No one notices because he's so sexy."
"Maybe he put the rose in the girl's locker," Nemesis said casually.
Tyche scowled. "You're a lot of help."
"It's the type of thing he'd do," Nemesis pointed out.
As much as Tyche hated to admit it, she had a horrible feeling that she might be right. How humiliating. "Who's the human?" she demanded.
"Don't know her name," Nemesis said. "She hangs with Helen Mandrill."
Mandrill were a vampire clan. Was the girl Daybreak? Whatever. She wasn't the issue. The issue was this bitch who thought she could take Cassanova. She needed to be dealt with. Fast.
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