Part 8
Dallas frowned, watching Cassanova talking to the girl he'd chosen as his mark. Now what the hell did he think he was doing? Cassanova sauntered off, a smug expression on his face as he passed Dallas.
The girl...Cathy...was talking to her friend, looking totally bewildered. Now what did that stupid brother of his think he was doing? Trying to protect the innocent vermin girl from him? He headed over to her, refusing to be intimidated. It wouldn't be the first time he and Cassanova had fought over a girl. First time over a *vermin* girl.
Why the hell would he care about protecting some human? Unless he'd turned into one of those stupid Damned Daybreakers tainting the good Redfern name. Dallas shook his head in disgust, smoothing out his expression into a smile as he approached the girl. "Hey Cathy."
Cathy turned, smiling shyly. "Hi. Um...this is my friend, Tori." She nodded at the tall, dark haired girl beside her.
The girl smiled politely. "Hi."
"You know my brother?" Dallas asked, wondered if they'd tell him what was going on.
Cathy frowned uncomfortably. "No. I have no idea what the hell he was talking about."
"Oh?"
Cathy shrugged, again extremely uncomfortable. "It was nothing."
It clearly wasn't nothing. It didn't seem like Cathy would listen to whatever Cassanova said. Which was good for him. "Want a ride home?" he offered.
"I have some work to do in the library, I'll see you guys later," Tori said with a smile, conveniently disappearing.
"Sure," Cathy said with a shy smile. She was quiet as they walked out the front entrance of the school parking lot. He waited for her to make some attempt at conversation, but she remained silent, glancing at him every now and then.
"So where abouts do you live?" he asked as the car left the parking lot.
"Radeclyffe Road. It's the other side of the park?"
"I know what that is."
Once arriving in town he'd decided to know the area, so he'd spent about two days cruising round getting to know the place, back streets, alternate routs, where the Night World clubs/cafes were. He'd found three witch shops, and one that sold supplies for forbidden spells.
It took about 15 minutes to get to Cathy's house. No wonder this girl wasn't very popular, she couldn't seem to be able to string three words together. "Thanks for the ride."
He could kill her right now. Dig his teeth in her neck. There was no one about on the street. But she was already getting at the car. He'd missed his chance. Shit. "Hey - wanna to go to a movie later?"
Cathy turned, surprised. She clearly hadn't expected him to ask her out again. Whatever Cassanova had said was affecting her more than she'd thought. "Um...yeah. I guess. What's on."
He shrugged. "I'll pick you up at 7:30 and we'll just go see what's on."
"Okay." She gave him a shy smile before disappearing into the house. The girl would probably make nothing more than an easy meal, he thought as he drove away. If he was planning on staying a while, he needed to find himself a Night World girl. This human was about as interesting as a block of wood.
Still...an easy kill. He wasn't going to complain.
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Dallas frowned, watching Cassanova talking to the girl he'd chosen as his mark. Now what the hell did he think he was doing? Cassanova sauntered off, a smug expression on his face as he passed Dallas.
The girl...Cathy...was talking to her friend, looking totally bewildered. Now what did that stupid brother of his think he was doing? Trying to protect the innocent vermin girl from him? He headed over to her, refusing to be intimidated. It wouldn't be the first time he and Cassanova had fought over a girl. First time over a *vermin* girl.
Why the hell would he care about protecting some human? Unless he'd turned into one of those stupid Damned Daybreakers tainting the good Redfern name. Dallas shook his head in disgust, smoothing out his expression into a smile as he approached the girl. "Hey Cathy."
Cathy turned, smiling shyly. "Hi. Um...this is my friend, Tori." She nodded at the tall, dark haired girl beside her.
The girl smiled politely. "Hi."
"You know my brother?" Dallas asked, wondered if they'd tell him what was going on.
Cathy frowned uncomfortably. "No. I have no idea what the hell he was talking about."
"Oh?"
Cathy shrugged, again extremely uncomfortable. "It was nothing."
It clearly wasn't nothing. It didn't seem like Cathy would listen to whatever Cassanova said. Which was good for him. "Want a ride home?" he offered.
"I have some work to do in the library, I'll see you guys later," Tori said with a smile, conveniently disappearing.
"Sure," Cathy said with a shy smile. She was quiet as they walked out the front entrance of the school parking lot. He waited for her to make some attempt at conversation, but she remained silent, glancing at him every now and then.
"So where abouts do you live?" he asked as the car left the parking lot.
"Radeclyffe Road. It's the other side of the park?"
"I know what that is."
Once arriving in town he'd decided to know the area, so he'd spent about two days cruising round getting to know the place, back streets, alternate routs, where the Night World clubs/cafes were. He'd found three witch shops, and one that sold supplies for forbidden spells.
It took about 15 minutes to get to Cathy's house. No wonder this girl wasn't very popular, she couldn't seem to be able to string three words together. "Thanks for the ride."
He could kill her right now. Dig his teeth in her neck. There was no one about on the street. But she was already getting at the car. He'd missed his chance. Shit. "Hey - wanna to go to a movie later?"
Cathy turned, surprised. She clearly hadn't expected him to ask her out again. Whatever Cassanova had said was affecting her more than she'd thought. "Um...yeah. I guess. What's on."
He shrugged. "I'll pick you up at 7:30 and we'll just go see what's on."
"Okay." She gave him a shy smile before disappearing into the house. The girl would probably make nothing more than an easy meal, he thought as he drove away. If he was planning on staying a while, he needed to find himself a Night World girl. This human was about as interesting as a block of wood.
Still...an easy kill. He wasn't going to complain.
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