Part 4
Blake was extremely disappointed at the way things had turned out. He had
expected hysterics, dramatic accusations of Midian - hadn't happened. The
cops had questioned her more than the human girl, then Midian and the girl
had left together, and that was that.
People had gotten on with their normal lives. Any gathered crowd had slowly
dispersed. He had heard nothing to keep him interested about what could have
happened, or possible suspect, apart from ridiculous tales of ghosts.
He scowled as he stalked around the town centre (if it could actually be
called that). He hadn't made any sort of announcement of his presence yet.
The young girl in the Real Estate office, who had helped him find a room to
rent had asked him, on hearing his surname, is he was related to those other
girls in town? The ones who came last summer?
In all truth, Blake actually wasn't officially a pure-blood Redfern. He'd
been made to be Lily Redfern's companion, but she'd bored him terribly with
her constant bitchiness and left her. He smirked a little. Now the bitch was
dead. Ha, ha, he thought, brightening a little at the memory of hearing the
news.
He could go find these other Redferns - the helpful real estate girl (who
was clearly jealous) had happened to tell him they were living at Burdock
farm. Blake smiled as he paused outside a tiny pizza restaurant, absently
studying the menu.
If the girl was jealous, he thought now, then why had she been helping him
find them? Maybe she thought he was the murderer, and would kill them. He
chuckled to himself. There would be no point - apart from his own pleasure.
Midian would stay far away from other Night People, especially Redferns.
What could be do to amuse himself in the meantime before he made a choice of
his next victim...
"Hi, haven't seen you around here before."
Blake glanced over his shoulder and blinked. A girl stood there. A pretty
girl. Her eyes were the colour of topaz, her hair a mane of gold falling
down her back. A sly, predatory smile curved her red lips.
"No, I'm new. I'm Blake."
"Kestrel."
A lamia name. One of the infamous Redfern girls? It looked like he'd found
something to keep his interest going.
* * *
Not feeling like watching Ash and Mary-Lynnette swoon all over each other
Kestrel had decided to leave the house for a while. Town was quiet after the
murders. She had heard rumours of another one that day, that dopey girl
called Bunny who worked in the General Store. She'd have been an instant
target when she left for college. Her innocence practically screamed BITE ME
and not in a sarcastic way.
It was always extremely tempting, but Bunny was one of Mary-Lynnette's
friends, and Rowan would give her one of those *lectures*, and it just
wasn't worth it.
Now a new face had arrived. And not a bad one, either. Chiselled features,
sapphire eyes, curly shoulder length hair, an odd charcoal colour. "Why
here?" she asked.
"What'd you mean?" the guy - Blake - asked, folding his arms across a
muscular chest.
"This place is pretty dull." For someone like her who had never seen the
rest of the human world a small place like Briar Creek was *okay*,
but...lately she had been feeling extremely isolated.
Jade still had her senior year to complete. Rowan wanted to try college with
Mary-Lynnette, but didn't want to leave Jade and Mark alone together. There
was no way in hell she could stand an entire year here doing *nothing*.
"It's...I'm not sure how long I'm planning on staying. I'm...travelling round."
He was lying. Kestrel knew instantly. But he was...intriguing, with an
extremely appealing sense of danger about him. "What are you doing for
dinner tonight?" she asked impulsively. Plenty of guys at school had hit on
her, most of them never even got anywhere near first base.
"Nothing. Why?"
"Tried here yet?" She nodded at the pizza restaurant.
Blake shook his head.
"How does meet me here at eight sound?"
"Fine. See you then." And he was gone, just like that. Vampire, she thought
with a smile. She was still smiling as she walked the long road back to ther Burdock Farm house.
* * *
Blake was extremely disappointed at the way things had turned out. He had
expected hysterics, dramatic accusations of Midian - hadn't happened. The
cops had questioned her more than the human girl, then Midian and the girl
had left together, and that was that.
People had gotten on with their normal lives. Any gathered crowd had slowly
dispersed. He had heard nothing to keep him interested about what could have
happened, or possible suspect, apart from ridiculous tales of ghosts.
He scowled as he stalked around the town centre (if it could actually be
called that). He hadn't made any sort of announcement of his presence yet.
The young girl in the Real Estate office, who had helped him find a room to
rent had asked him, on hearing his surname, is he was related to those other
girls in town? The ones who came last summer?
In all truth, Blake actually wasn't officially a pure-blood Redfern. He'd
been made to be Lily Redfern's companion, but she'd bored him terribly with
her constant bitchiness and left her. He smirked a little. Now the bitch was
dead. Ha, ha, he thought, brightening a little at the memory of hearing the
news.
He could go find these other Redferns - the helpful real estate girl (who
was clearly jealous) had happened to tell him they were living at Burdock
farm. Blake smiled as he paused outside a tiny pizza restaurant, absently
studying the menu.
If the girl was jealous, he thought now, then why had she been helping him
find them? Maybe she thought he was the murderer, and would kill them. He
chuckled to himself. There would be no point - apart from his own pleasure.
Midian would stay far away from other Night People, especially Redferns.
What could be do to amuse himself in the meantime before he made a choice of
his next victim...
"Hi, haven't seen you around here before."
Blake glanced over his shoulder and blinked. A girl stood there. A pretty
girl. Her eyes were the colour of topaz, her hair a mane of gold falling
down her back. A sly, predatory smile curved her red lips.
"No, I'm new. I'm Blake."
"Kestrel."
A lamia name. One of the infamous Redfern girls? It looked like he'd found
something to keep his interest going.
* * *
Not feeling like watching Ash and Mary-Lynnette swoon all over each other
Kestrel had decided to leave the house for a while. Town was quiet after the
murders. She had heard rumours of another one that day, that dopey girl
called Bunny who worked in the General Store. She'd have been an instant
target when she left for college. Her innocence practically screamed BITE ME
and not in a sarcastic way.
It was always extremely tempting, but Bunny was one of Mary-Lynnette's
friends, and Rowan would give her one of those *lectures*, and it just
wasn't worth it.
Now a new face had arrived. And not a bad one, either. Chiselled features,
sapphire eyes, curly shoulder length hair, an odd charcoal colour. "Why
here?" she asked.
"What'd you mean?" the guy - Blake - asked, folding his arms across a
muscular chest.
"This place is pretty dull." For someone like her who had never seen the
rest of the human world a small place like Briar Creek was *okay*,
but...lately she had been feeling extremely isolated.
Jade still had her senior year to complete. Rowan wanted to try college with
Mary-Lynnette, but didn't want to leave Jade and Mark alone together. There
was no way in hell she could stand an entire year here doing *nothing*.
"It's...I'm not sure how long I'm planning on staying. I'm...travelling round."
He was lying. Kestrel knew instantly. But he was...intriguing, with an
extremely appealing sense of danger about him. "What are you doing for
dinner tonight?" she asked impulsively. Plenty of guys at school had hit on
her, most of them never even got anywhere near first base.
"Nothing. Why?"
"Tried here yet?" She nodded at the pizza restaurant.
Blake shook his head.
"How does meet me here at eight sound?"
"Fine. See you then." And he was gone, just like that. Vampire, she thought
with a smile. She was still smiling as she walked the long road back to ther Burdock Farm house.
* * *