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Chapter 6

"You don't like talking. Are you shy?"

"No. Just different."

"Oh, I'm Caleb, I like to paint. What do you like?"

"Flowers. Plants. Vegetables."

"Vegetables are disgusting, especially broccoli, my mama makes me eat them."

"You are disgusting if you don't like broccoli."

"What's your name?"

"I don't tell people that hate plants my name."

"I'll call you broccoli then."

Caleb (10) to Ally (9).


Ally’S POV

Though I hated to admit it, Raymond was the best party-thrower ever. Maybe if I could look past the horrible sex and his awful personality, I'd be ecstatic to be at this party. As I got to the door of his house and saw two people already doing it at the front yard, I groaned. Maybe not.

I couldn't believe I'd let Caleb talk me into attending a party when there was a supposed killer on the loose. I couldn't believe there was even a party in the first place.

"Don't you even think about turning around. You can't back out now." Caleb tugged at my arm and I frowned. I couldn't even remember the last time I attended a social gathering,not to talk of the wild parties that was my escape after Kara passed. Looking back, I sighed at how irresponsible I really was. Maybe my father was right. What was I even doing here?

"Woah, woah, where do you think you're going to, broccoli?" Caleb yelled and dragged me further into the full house. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled everywhere, let's not even talk about the face-sucking. How these people could breathe in all of that with hyper senses and not want to run out the door immediately was beyond me.

"Why are we even here? Isn't there like supposed to be a curfew or something?" I said to Caleb, only to turn around and see myself alone. Just great. Exactly what I needed. Note the sarcasm.

I turned around and bumped into the hard body of Raymond. "I thought you swore to never enter my house again." He slurred and I rolled my eyes. "It so happens that I have to babysit and probably restrain Caleb from smacking you in the face, so kindly shoo away, please."

"Feisty. One of the many reasons why I like you, Ally." Well, if he wasn't going to move, I was. Turning around, I headed for the kitchen to get a bottle of water when I perceived a scent that I'd recognize anywhere.

Menthol.

It was very faint, plus the full house wouldn't have made it easy for anyone to pick up the scent. But I wasn't just anyone and that scent was all too familiar to me.

Vampire.

Like I was drawn by a magnet, I followed the scent out of the kitchen and into the crowd of people, my curiosity greater than the terror that gripped my bones at the thought of what a vampire could be looking for in wolf territory.

Had they found me again?

"Excuse me, Make way, coming through"

Not the time to be courteous, Ally.

My eyes scanned the room and then I saw the tall figure lurking in the shadows. Definitely not a woman.

Walk away, Allyson. Hide, the reasonable part of my brain warned.

I moved towards his direction and it was as if he'd waited for me to almost get to him before disappearing. Looking around, I saw that people didn't even notice that there was a vampire in their midst. They were either too drunk or too tired to care. I could literally smell the sex and endorphins in the air. It didn't help that Caleb was also busy as well.

Busy doing what?

Getting his hands up a girl's skirt and please note, No girl has ever just left once his hands make their move.

Well, at least I know that I'm alone.

Praying that Mr. Vamp came alone, I concentrated on the almost gone scent and finally found it. My wolf screamed at me to be cautious and not go alone, but I just ignored her, like I always do. Besides she was more excited than I was when it came to vampires.

I looked around again, searching for anyone who wasn't as oblivious as the lot, but it seemed like I was the only one who could smell the mystery man. Well, at least I tried looking for help. Time to do this.

As I climbed the stairs, I figured that I was going the right way because it kept getting stronger, but the worst part was that I wasn't at all irritated by this particular scent. I didn't know why, but the mere thought was terrifying. In the past, whether rouge or relatively sane, well as sane as any vampire could be, their scents often made me appalled. Maybe it was the perpetual animosity between us and them that had just made our noses react like that.

Cinnamon, fresh snow, musk and menthol, my wolf picked up.

I squinted my eyes to see inside the attic. He was definitely in here.

I could smell him and when I entered, the door was shut.

Okay, deep breaths, Ally. The worst that could happen is that this guy would be an old one or a Pureblood or a Gifted. You can defeat a young one. Or you can run away.

The only difference was that there would be no one to take my place this time if I did run away. And I'd rather die than sacrifice anyone again.

Purebloods were those that were born as vampires. You know when vampires mate with humans and ... They were stronger than the ones that were turned to vampires when bitten by one. Like wolves, vampires bit humans to turn them. The only difference between that bite and the bite during their feeding was that they released their venom into the body of the bitten who sometimes survived the change. Most times, they didn't. Moreover, only vampires who had reached fifty could produce the venom from their bodies, except in rare cases where some Purebloods could create the venom at a younger age. The most important and most dangerous of the vampires were the Gifted. Purebloods who had abilities. An anomaly that upset the balance of power in the supernatural world.

At least they weren't hated by the entire supernatural community the way Unnaturals were hated.

A gust of wind leaving my hair in a mess reaffirmed that he was here. And had just moved past me. My eyes glowed and even though I could see better now, there was no one in sight. By some miracle, my wolf eyes were amber and not blue. It made it easier for people to think the yellow that glowed in my eyes in human form were my wolf's since amber was a variant of yellow, sort of. Only Caleb had seen my eyes go from hazel to amber to yellow gemstones. Human, wolf and the other. Magic, my mother had said once. Witch. The only magic I had was burning things to ashes.

"Who are you?" I asked and listened carefully, trying to trace his movements.

"I'm not here to fight, Allyson."

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