Part 2
"Has anyone heard /anything/?" Cleo paced up and down the meeting room of the Daybreak mansion in Las Vegas. Trisha was supposed to have been there yesterday evening.
She apparently hadn't been attending her classes at Lake Meade high either. Trisha was one of those dedicated people who loved school and never missed. It was weird that she would just disappear.
"This is Las Vegas," one of her teammates, Jed Blackthorn, who was sprawled out on a red couch, pointed. He was picking at a bunch of grapes on a near by table, sunlight through the large windows glinting off his blue-black hair. "Maybe Trisha hooked up and went for a night on the town."
Denver Wynters snorted in contempt from her position, sitting on the large oak table, legs crossed at the knees. If her skirt was any shorter, it would be underwear. "Oh come on, this is /Trisha/," she snorted. "That girl doesn't even know what boys are for." She tossed a mass of curly blond hair over her shoulder, then took a compact mirror from the purse next to her and started reapplying her bright pink lipstick.
Jed grinned. "Who said she hooked up with a boy?"
Denver shook her head in disgust. "Grow up. Maybe there was some hapless person somewhere she couldn't resist saving."
"Then she would have checked in," Cleo said. She paced around the room. Trisha was the most reliable member of their team. Maybe it had something to do with her being human. Trisha loved being a Daybreaker, she never put a foot out of line and this was so unlike her.
"Have you guys called her house?" Jed asked with a roll of his dark brown eyes. He sounded bored, like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He'd never been all that fond of Trisha which Cleo couldn't understand. Everyone liked Trisha.
"Of course," Cleo answered. "Several times. She hasn't been there, her parents are worried now."
Denver shrugged. "She'll turn up, she always does. Are we here for any other reason?"
Cleo couldn't understand what was the matter with these people. They were supposed to be Trisha's teammates and her friends, and yet here they were being callous and uncaring and completely unbelievable. They were supposed to be Daybreakers but they weren't acting like it at the moment. "Not really, I just wanted to see if you guys knew anything."
They both shook their heads. Jed stood up stretching his limber body. "Can we go then?"
Denver hopped off the table, nodding. "Some of us have lives besides Circle Daybreak, you know."
"Fine, go," Cleo snapped. Cleo was starting to wonder if she was the only one who cared that Trisha was missing. Just because everyone seemed to like her didn't mean they'd throw themselves in when she disappeared. That was how it looked to her, anyway.
Both Denver and Jed left her alone. Not long after they'd gone Lady Hannah joined her. "We've heard news that Alyssa Redfern is missing as well. She was Trisha's best friend, wasn't she?"
Cleo nodded. "What does that tell us?" she asked with a sigh.
Hannah shrugged, smiling reassuringly. "Well for one thing, Alyssa was really heart broken after Eli's death, wasn't she? Maybe Trisha took her into Vegas to cheer her up."
Cleo sighed. Okay, that was kind of possible, she had to admit that. "It's just that I'd like to be sure Trisha's okay, is all."
"I'm sure she's fine."
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"Has anyone heard /anything/?" Cleo paced up and down the meeting room of the Daybreak mansion in Las Vegas. Trisha was supposed to have been there yesterday evening.
She apparently hadn't been attending her classes at Lake Meade high either. Trisha was one of those dedicated people who loved school and never missed. It was weird that she would just disappear.
"This is Las Vegas," one of her teammates, Jed Blackthorn, who was sprawled out on a red couch, pointed. He was picking at a bunch of grapes on a near by table, sunlight through the large windows glinting off his blue-black hair. "Maybe Trisha hooked up and went for a night on the town."
Denver Wynters snorted in contempt from her position, sitting on the large oak table, legs crossed at the knees. If her skirt was any shorter, it would be underwear. "Oh come on, this is /Trisha/," she snorted. "That girl doesn't even know what boys are for." She tossed a mass of curly blond hair over her shoulder, then took a compact mirror from the purse next to her and started reapplying her bright pink lipstick.
Jed grinned. "Who said she hooked up with a boy?"
Denver shook her head in disgust. "Grow up. Maybe there was some hapless person somewhere she couldn't resist saving."
"Then she would have checked in," Cleo said. She paced around the room. Trisha was the most reliable member of their team. Maybe it had something to do with her being human. Trisha loved being a Daybreaker, she never put a foot out of line and this was so unlike her.
"Have you guys called her house?" Jed asked with a roll of his dark brown eyes. He sounded bored, like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He'd never been all that fond of Trisha which Cleo couldn't understand. Everyone liked Trisha.
"Of course," Cleo answered. "Several times. She hasn't been there, her parents are worried now."
Denver shrugged. "She'll turn up, she always does. Are we here for any other reason?"
Cleo couldn't understand what was the matter with these people. They were supposed to be Trisha's teammates and her friends, and yet here they were being callous and uncaring and completely unbelievable. They were supposed to be Daybreakers but they weren't acting like it at the moment. "Not really, I just wanted to see if you guys knew anything."
They both shook their heads. Jed stood up stretching his limber body. "Can we go then?"
Denver hopped off the table, nodding. "Some of us have lives besides Circle Daybreak, you know."
"Fine, go," Cleo snapped. Cleo was starting to wonder if she was the only one who cared that Trisha was missing. Just because everyone seemed to like her didn't mean they'd throw themselves in when she disappeared. That was how it looked to her, anyway.
Both Denver and Jed left her alone. Not long after they'd gone Lady Hannah joined her. "We've heard news that Alyssa Redfern is missing as well. She was Trisha's best friend, wasn't she?"
Cleo nodded. "What does that tell us?" she asked with a sigh.
Hannah shrugged, smiling reassuringly. "Well for one thing, Alyssa was really heart broken after Eli's death, wasn't she? Maybe Trisha took her into Vegas to cheer her up."
Cleo sighed. Okay, that was kind of possible, she had to admit that. "It's just that I'd like to be sure Trisha's okay, is all."
"I'm sure she's fine."
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