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all the same.” I look down at her hand already mad at myself for my lack of judgment in kissing her. Sneering down at her hand, that has latched itself onto my arm, my lips curling in disgust. I despise being touched. Unlatching the hand with nails so long they are like talons, I quickly brush my coat off and snap my fingers towards Riley a few feet away, signaling it’s time. I walk away, unmoved, to the sound of Erika’s faint cries. Her frail human body falls to the ground as the blood gushes from her slashed throat.
    Getting into the car, I pick up the phone and press the contact button. “It’s time. She’s at a college in New York. Find her and bring her to me,” I say into my phone in a deadly tone.
    “Yes, sir,” the person replies. “I will send Mikail the information. Do you want her alive or dead?”
    “Alive. Oh, and if he fails he will die. I want that girl, and I will do anything that’s needed to get her,” I say into the phone almost nonchalantly.
    The door opens and Riley bends down and sits next to me as he opens a bag of blood and tosses his head back. He sucks the blood down with eagerness. What a pussy. He didn’t even eat from the human. Rolling my eyes at him, I tap his leg with my foot.
    “Once we get the girl I want you to do everything I taught you. Everything. She needs to be broken. She cannot be allowed to become a full vampire, not with the chance that she could have some magic from her grandmother. She would become too powerful.”
    Riley nods silently, not uttering one word the entire time.

Chapter 5
Claire

    The bright sunlight shines through my open drapes and right into my face, waking me. Wincing at the brightness, I pull the covers over my eyes, opening them in the dark and feeling relief that I can open them without pain. Butterflies take over my stomach when I think of my run in with Jason. I blush at the thought and can’t believe I kissed him yesterday. I’ve never been that forward with any guy. Putting my hands over my face, I groan at my behavior. My face burns with embarrassment thinking about the encounter. I take the covers off my head and look over towards my roommate’s side of the room, and notice the bed was never slept in. Shaking my head smiling, at least someone is enjoying the college experience.
    Placing my feet on the new throw rug I bought for the room, I let out a long sigh. It’s so fluffy I can’t help but sink my feet into it and curl my toes. Leaning over, I pick up my phone off the floor. I check the time and see that it’s around ten in the morning. I can’t believe I’ve almost slept the morning away. I grab my clothes for the day, towel, and shower caddy and make my way towards the community bathrooms. As I walk down the hall, chills run down my spine as I feel eyes on me. I quickly turn but see no one. Hmmm. I continue on my present course, dreading going into the shower alone. A fear has crept in, and I hope there are others in there getting ready as well.
    Opening the bathroom door, I’m disappointed to find it empty. Sighing, I set my shower caddy down in a stall and turn on the water waiting for it to warm up. Once warm, I step in and let the water run down my body, soaking my hair. Grabbing my shampoo bottle I squirt some of the strawberry liquid in my hand. I can’t help but raise it to my nose and inhale its yummy goodness. Lathering my hair richly I fumble around blindly for my razor as water runs over my face. I do a quick shave, and in my haste, end up cutting myself.
    “Ouch.”
    I gaze down at the little line of blood that’s running down my knee, and my mouth starts to salivate. I put my finger on the cut and wipe the blood off my finger. I am holding it eye level when I hear the door squeal open. Startled, I tilt my head out of the curtain and spy something that makes my eyes bulge. There’s a brown haired guy walking in the girls’ bathroom as if he owns the place. I instantly have this really intense urge to