Chapter Three
Alya
It's been 6 years since that day, 6 years since I've seen my mother, although I heard rumors about her being raped and killed 3 years ago. There was never anything about me going missing, I guess my mother didn't care, but then again neither do I, I've got so much more now.
Gavril and I spend our time reading books, playing games, sitting on the couch talking, and I've even gone out hunting a few times with him, watching him stalk his victim but I never enjoy watching him kill them, not because I'm not ok with it, but because I want to do it.
I still haven't gotten over not being able to be turned, but Gavril doesn't know that, well at least I don't think he does.
After getting dressed in a tight black shirt with the words "bite me" in blood, and black leather pants, I walked out of my room, slid down the railing, and went into the kitchen for a late night breakfast.
"I see you're already up," Gavril stated when I walked into the living room, and sat beside him on the couch.
"Yup," I smiled.
He smiled back, and asked, "What do you want to do tonight?"
"I want to…" I thought for a moment, "Go to a club."
He shook his head and smiled, "ya' know, when I met you 6 years ago, I didn't think you would turn into the woman you are now"
"What did you think I would turn out to be?"
"I'm not quite sure," he answered.
I'm glad he can't read my mind anymore, I thought, and then I'd be in trouble.
"Well I'll go get dressed for the club, and I'll meet you at the front door."
I ran up stairs and changed into another tight shirt, except for it was a belly top with a low cut neck, and a pair of low rising, black, hip hugger jeans.
When I was done, I met Gavril down stairs, who was now in a pair of black baggy pants and a white dress shirt. Gavril's mouth dropped when he seen me, but he quickly straightened up when he seen me looking at him.
Gavril wrapped his arm around mine, and we headed out into the night.