I was about to walk away when a cute bleached-blonde girl, who obviously was the center of attention, stopped at her feet. "Hey, Alexis," she said and the girl looked up. "Mom and Dad told me they want you home right after work today. So don't eat dinner at the deli, just go home."
The girl sitting, Alexis, nodded and then went back to her exciting school book. Alexis…why did that sound familiar? That was her middle name! Marguerite Alexis Westerfield. They seriously used her middle name? Apparently they hadn't been trying all that hard to hide her.
A natural blonde with big glasses and a heavy girl wearing clothes too tight for her frame sat next to Alexis.
"You want to join us to watch volleyball practice tonight?" asked the one in glasses.
Alexis shook her head. "I need to study before work."
"You always study," complained the other one. "Just join us. You'll have fun, I promise."
"Really you will," agreed glasses. "You could even study there if you need to."
"Study in the noisy gym?" Alexis asked. "No. I have a big project due on Friday. I have to get it done."
The bell rang, hurting my ears. It had to have been right above me; it was too loud for my sensitive hearing. Everyone ran through the halls creating chaos, making it difficult to follow Alexis. I hid in the halls during class time, hoping to be able to strike up a quick conversation with her. But she was going to be a tough one to talk to. If she wasn't with her two nerdy friends, then she was walking down the halls with her nose in a book, somehow managing to not run into anyone or anything. She had to have vampire senses to pull that off.
I thought that lunchtime might be my opportunity, figuring that she would sit somewhere alone to study, but she sat at a table with her two friends and some other kids. She of course had her nose in a book, oblivious to the conversation all around her. If nothing else, I could pretend to be a customer at the deli.
It was too bad that I couldn't just take her out myself and be done with it. She would have been too easy, always so focused on reading something. But Vince wanted to kill her himself. Last time, he'd left it up to others and look what had happened. Here she was, alive and well, ready to begin her transformation to turn into a vampire any day now.
Had she been raised with her family, or at least other vampires, she would have started her transformation long ago and already have completed the change. Somehow being raised as a human had slowed down the whole process, not that I was complaining. That was fully to our advantage.