Post by midnytegracelin on Jul 22, 2012 17:23:17 GMT -5
It wasn't until later that day that I finally figured out how he had looked at me during lunch.
It was like I was being hunted. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for that though. I had been told by many men that I was delicious.
The one thing I wasn't sure about though, was why he hadn't confronted me. Was I that slutty looking? I don't think so, I had dressed fairly bitchy looking today, not slutty.
Sighing, I sat on my bed, shaking my head. I just don't know anymore. I must have been losing my touch then.
You see, I run this little thing, well not so little. This thing called Tracking. It's a blood donation agency for vampires. I am the creator of it and I'm only 17. I'm still in school, but I own this enormous building filled with rooms, that are filled with very very helpful and willing humans to let vampires feed on them.
Why? Because now-a-days it's the only way to stay alive without getting killed by a fucking bloodsucker. Pardon my language, but it's true.
As much as I despise them, business is business.
Getting up, I look at the clock. 5:06pm. I'm late, but oh well. Walking down the stairs, I notice something. My driver is in the living room.
"Frank, what is going on?"
Frank looks over at me and swallows, bowing deeply.
"M'lady, I'm sorry. He insisted on coming on and would not take no for an answer." He stepped aside for me to see that the one man I most certainly will never ever let back into my life is sitting on my sofa. I frown deeply at this and wave Frank away, who looks way too relieved.
"What do you want?" I mutter, narrowing my eyes.
"Now come, Rayvne. Is that any way to talk to your father?" He tilts his head, blinking.
"You are not, and never ever will be again, my father. Now let me rephrase that. What the fuck do you want?" I set my hands on my hips.
He smirks, standing slowly.
"Well then. It has come to the attention of the High Council that you are running a blood donation agency for vampires. Is this correct?" I nod.
"We would like you to shut it down. Immediately."
It was like I was being hunted. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for that though. I had been told by many men that I was delicious.
The one thing I wasn't sure about though, was why he hadn't confronted me. Was I that slutty looking? I don't think so, I had dressed fairly bitchy looking today, not slutty.
Sighing, I sat on my bed, shaking my head. I just don't know anymore. I must have been losing my touch then.
You see, I run this little thing, well not so little. This thing called Tracking. It's a blood donation agency for vampires. I am the creator of it and I'm only 17. I'm still in school, but I own this enormous building filled with rooms, that are filled with very very helpful and willing humans to let vampires feed on them.
Why? Because now-a-days it's the only way to stay alive without getting killed by a fucking bloodsucker. Pardon my language, but it's true.
As much as I despise them, business is business.
Getting up, I look at the clock. 5:06pm. I'm late, but oh well. Walking down the stairs, I notice something. My driver is in the living room.
"Frank, what is going on?"
Frank looks over at me and swallows, bowing deeply.
"M'lady, I'm sorry. He insisted on coming on and would not take no for an answer." He stepped aside for me to see that the one man I most certainly will never ever let back into my life is sitting on my sofa. I frown deeply at this and wave Frank away, who looks way too relieved.
"What do you want?" I mutter, narrowing my eyes.
"Now come, Rayvne. Is that any way to talk to your father?" He tilts his head, blinking.
"You are not, and never ever will be again, my father. Now let me rephrase that. What the fuck do you want?" I set my hands on my hips.
He smirks, standing slowly.
"Well then. It has come to the attention of the High Council that you are running a blood donation agency for vampires. Is this correct?" I nod.
"We would like you to shut it down. Immediately."