The Alpha

Chapter 9

BRENT:

Who was this girl? After that whole confrontation at the park, I gathered up my brother and sister and we came back home, dropping off Olivia on the way. I laid in bed, just thinking about this gorgeous, model looking girl who kept appearing in my life. I stifled a laugh remembering how Olivia seemed to be scared of her. And I would be too. The looks Cecilia gave Olivia were... Intense. Terrifying. But I couldn't help wanting her. She was just so perfect. My phone vibrated, and I looked at the caller. My friend Sam.

"Hello?"

"Ay, Brent. It's Friday night. Wink wink."

I laughed. "Fuck it."

"Alright be ready in an hour."

I hung up and chuckled. Same thing with him every damn Friday night. I got up off the bed and jumped into the shower. I wonder what it would be like taking a shower with Cecilia. I groaned. Now I wasn't gonna concentrate tonight. I shook the thoughts of her out of my head and finished taking a shower. Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist and got out, spraying on my axe deodorant. I walked to my closet and pulled out my ripped skinny jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and my boxers. I changed into the clothes and decided on my black combat shoes. I spiked my hair up my usual way and brushed my teeth, putting on my Antonio Banderas cologne. I heard a horn honk and I looked outside. What the hell? He was here early. I grabbed my phone and the house keys, kissed Megan and Kenneth goodnight and dashed downstairs.

"Where ya headed?"

I froze and turned around. Debra.

"I'm going out."

"Permission by who?"

"Please," I scoffed before walking out. Pathetic. I got into the car and we drove off to our favorite club, La Mirage. Sam ordered our drinks, and after taking a few shots, I started looking around. There were some pretty cute girls, but for some reason, none if them interested me. My mind kept on going to Cecilia. I groaned. I went to the bathroom, and splashed some water on my face. Okay, I need to stop thinking about her. It was ruining the fun. I went back outside, and decided, fuck it. I just started randomly dancing, Sam next to me. After about an hour, I had scored a couple of girls but only one really stood out. She was a tall blonde, with big breasts and a decent looking face. I decided she'd do for the night. I knew I couldn't go home empty handed. Sam would never allow it. As I approached her, she looked up and smiled at me.

"Well hi there gorgeous," I said, grabbing her by the waist. "Let's dance?"

"Let's go," she said, smiling and biting her lip. After a few drinks, I knew she was already buzzing. I led her out of the club and headed towards the car, holding her by her hand. As we got to the car, I left her hand on my thigh. I looked up, and she was biting my lip. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips on mine. I fixed my car seat so she could straddle herself on top. She got the hint and immediately she placed herself on top of my lap, placing small kisses on my jawline, my cheek, and then down to my neck. As I closed my eyes, I felt a sharp pain on my stomach. I let go of her, gasping as the pain took control of my body. I looked down, and held my stomach. I lifted up my hand and gasped. Blood? I looked down and noticed for the first time the small wooden stake protruding from my stomach. A wave of dizziness suddenly flashed before my eyes. I tried to keep my eyes open but I felt so weak, and I felt my eyes rolling into my head. The last thing I saw was the blonde girl smiling down at me, her once brown eyes suddenly glowing red, a pair of sharp, pointy fangs exerting from her mouth, before blackness surrounded me.