Fallen (The Transformed Prequel)

Stuffing it back where I had found it nearly killed me. It belonged on a display somewhere; my neck for example. I tried to push it out of my mind as I went through the rest of her room. I wasn't surprised to find the rest of her wardrobe as boring and plain as what she had on at school. She didn't even own any makeup. I tried to imagine her as a vampire and I couldn't.

Alexis belonged at the castle where they drank all of their blood from a cup. At least most of the other royalty around the world had human volunteers that they drank from. I couldn't stand visiting the castle. It was as though they weren't even real vampires. They drank barely enough blood to survive and it was never fresh; it always lacked in taste because they kept their volunteers relaxed, happy, and well-fed.

Hearing footsteps, I ran to the closet and hid. Alexis came in and sat on her bed and I watched her do homework for an hour. She was truly the most boring person to spy on. She didn't get on the phone or anything. Not that any guys would ever have an interest in calling her. She was nothing to look at and she always had a book to her face.

As soon as she left the room I got out of the closet, went through her wall and jumped to ground below, landing soundlessly. I couldn't wait to run to Vince's hideout. I'd had enough of following that girl around. I may as well have been sent to watch paint dry for all the excitement I'd had all day.

On my way back, I could tell that the run wasn't going to help me get rid of the excess energy I was dealing with from such a boring and yet frustrating day. Why couldn't she have been at least a little interesting?

I saw a guy standing at a bus stop texting. I thought about the tasty blood from earlier and decided to go on a hunt, instead of taking him by surprise as I usually did. I slowed my speed and walked up to him. He appeared to be in his early twenties and in good shape. He might even prove to be a little bit of a fun challenge.

"Who are you texting?" I asked, twirling a strand of my hair.

He looked up and his heart picked up speed as he looked me over. He stuck his phone in his pocket and said, "No one important."

I smiled. "Where does the bus go? I'm new around here," I said, trying to give the impression that I might be easy to take advantage of. If he thought that, then I could take him by surprise more easily.