Part 8
"The strangest thing happened today."
Helenia looked up from her magazine as she lounged on her exclusively made coral coloured couch, reaching for a chocolate from the Godiva box on the coffee table. She scowled at the dull brown haired witch who had dared to interrupt her.
"I don't really *care*," she answered languidly.
"Both Arcturus and Edan Redfern started at school today. There's also a girl who is the exact image of you."
Helenia looked at the witch. Sheila was it - or maybe it was Sharon? She dropped the magazine. Maybe it was Sandy. Who cared? "But I made sure those two would never speak again."
Oh, those handsome boys had been so much fun. So easy, so willing to bend how she wanted them to. She loved that kind of person, the obsessive ones who would do anything. They were fun to play with.
"They're not exactly on speaking terms."
Helenia stood up, twirling in the sassy new midnight blue dress she had taken from a model who claimed she had just come back from a fashion show in Milan. "You think I should have taken that hot pink number from that French chickie instead of Ms. Italy?" Her gold hair flew out behind her as she danced around the exquisite living room in her newest luxury apartment.
"I always preferred blue to pink, and blood is blood no matter where it comes from," Sharon (or maybe Sandy) offered.
"As long as it's from people." Helenia paused in front of a gold framed mirror above the fire place, smiling at herself.
"You're not interested in Arcturus or Edan, then?"
"Who's the girl who looks like me? I want to see her." Three were lots of girls with pretty pale skin and masses of curly blonde hair, probably a decent number of them were vampires, it wasn't exactly a new look.
"Her name is Sarah Paxton. They think she's actually you."
That couldn't be right. There could only ever be one Helenia Montague. No vermin bitch could ever have any part of her. "What's Arcturus doing?" she asked. "Is he still mean and fun?"
"He's been flirting with the lost witch Beth Harman."
Helenia made face, eating another chocolate. Arcturus's problem was that he tended to do the same thing over and over. He picked the pretty girls, screwed them every way he could think of until they were utterly mad ith obsession for him, then he dumped them when they were crazy, then he had them killed. The first five times it had been fun, but after that it had lost its appeal.
"Edan?"
"Don't know."
Helenia flopped back on the couch. Something had to be done here. "Bring the vermin girl to me. I want to have a chat with her."
Sharon nodded like the obedient servant she was and went to do just that. Sighing, Helenia picked up the magazine again. Sometimes she wished her staff would turn against her. Give her something to *do*.
She wasn't all that keen on small towns, but they seemed to be the in thing for vampires. She couldn't see the fascination herself so she'd decided to try and find out what was so appealing. Every time she tried to liven things up in places like this, those annoying Daybreak people tended to get in the way and spoil everything.
She wondered who had decided to come here first. Edan or Arcturus. Had some simply followed the other? If that was the case, then she wanted to know why. Once she'd been done, they couldn't stand the sight of each other. And one she was done with that vermin bitch trying to steal her identity, she'd do something about then again.
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"The strangest thing happened today."
Helenia looked up from her magazine as she lounged on her exclusively made coral coloured couch, reaching for a chocolate from the Godiva box on the coffee table. She scowled at the dull brown haired witch who had dared to interrupt her.
"I don't really *care*," she answered languidly.
"Both Arcturus and Edan Redfern started at school today. There's also a girl who is the exact image of you."
Helenia looked at the witch. Sheila was it - or maybe it was Sharon? She dropped the magazine. Maybe it was Sandy. Who cared? "But I made sure those two would never speak again."
Oh, those handsome boys had been so much fun. So easy, so willing to bend how she wanted them to. She loved that kind of person, the obsessive ones who would do anything. They were fun to play with.
"They're not exactly on speaking terms."
Helenia stood up, twirling in the sassy new midnight blue dress she had taken from a model who claimed she had just come back from a fashion show in Milan. "You think I should have taken that hot pink number from that French chickie instead of Ms. Italy?" Her gold hair flew out behind her as she danced around the exquisite living room in her newest luxury apartment.
"I always preferred blue to pink, and blood is blood no matter where it comes from," Sharon (or maybe Sandy) offered.
"As long as it's from people." Helenia paused in front of a gold framed mirror above the fire place, smiling at herself.
"You're not interested in Arcturus or Edan, then?"
"Who's the girl who looks like me? I want to see her." Three were lots of girls with pretty pale skin and masses of curly blonde hair, probably a decent number of them were vampires, it wasn't exactly a new look.
"Her name is Sarah Paxton. They think she's actually you."
That couldn't be right. There could only ever be one Helenia Montague. No vermin bitch could ever have any part of her. "What's Arcturus doing?" she asked. "Is he still mean and fun?"
"He's been flirting with the lost witch Beth Harman."
Helenia made face, eating another chocolate. Arcturus's problem was that he tended to do the same thing over and over. He picked the pretty girls, screwed them every way he could think of until they were utterly mad ith obsession for him, then he dumped them when they were crazy, then he had them killed. The first five times it had been fun, but after that it had lost its appeal.
"Edan?"
"Don't know."
Helenia flopped back on the couch. Something had to be done here. "Bring the vermin girl to me. I want to have a chat with her."
Sharon nodded like the obedient servant she was and went to do just that. Sighing, Helenia picked up the magazine again. Sometimes she wished her staff would turn against her. Give her something to *do*.
She wasn't all that keen on small towns, but they seemed to be the in thing for vampires. She couldn't see the fascination herself so she'd decided to try and find out what was so appealing. Every time she tried to liven things up in places like this, those annoying Daybreak people tended to get in the way and spoil everything.
She wondered who had decided to come here first. Edan or Arcturus. Had some simply followed the other? If that was the case, then she wanted to know why. Once she'd been done, they couldn't stand the sight of each other. And one she was done with that vermin bitch trying to steal her identity, she'd do something about then again.
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