Chapter Two

He had watched her run from him, and he couldn't help but wonder why. No female, or male for that matter, had ever run from him in such a manner. If anything, they flocked to him. To most, he smelled icy, but alluring and seductive. He had always been handsome, but it was the confidence he now held that kept people coming towards him instead of running away.

There was no way that simple human, no matter what her scent could be, no matter what she could know, could or ever would know what he was. Her scent was still potent and easy to follow. The game, no matter how distracted he had gotten, would continue.

Her silhouette was easily identifiable from the road, and her form was clear as she grabbed for her life support, the bottle she drank from so vehemently that he thought it was the very thing that bore her breath.

"Hm...you are an odd one." Lucian murmured to himself, and he felt an instant draw, like an invisible rope had been looped around his waist that was pulling him towards the open window. Just the thirst... He reminded himself, but a switched had been turned in his mind, and all he could think of was how her blood could taste, what her face would look like when he pressed his lips against her throat to kill her, if she would, as promised, fight.

A smile spread upon his lips when he spotted an old, broken down home set off to the side, breathing and creaking in the night air, right across from the girls home.

"An interesting game indeed," Lucian spoke, appraising the house and walking to it.

He could feel the neighborhood begin to fall asleep next to him. The lights on the houses all flipped off, one by one. Students who had school the next morning, adults who had to navigate to work in the ungodly hours before the sun rose, all of them flickering their lights off in a seemingly synchronized order.

Lucian couldn't help but sit at the upstairs window and ponder. How could he get into this girl’s head and infiltrate her life? That was one thing he enjoyed, the planning. There were many things he could do, looking as old as he did, he could pretend to be a young man who just moved in because of his company relocating him, make friends with her parents, get to her that way...

No, he knew that wasn't the route to go. Any parents that would let their daughter out on a school night this early in the morning with a killer running about wouldn't make friends with some young man. He absently scanned the paper that had been left on the porch of the abandoned home, running across the job ads and inspected them, stopping when a small section practically threw itself out at him:

History Instructor Needed for Fairhaven High School -- Teacher Needed ASAP!

He smirked widely as he read the line and took down the phone number and address of the school. He would start from the inside, the one place she could feel safe.