Bite Me

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5-------
          Jeanette-age 17. It was the fourth day of my search, and I was starting to wonder if this guy was even worth it. What if he was just a player? What if my search was just a waste of time? Despite my worries, something told me to keep going. It might have been the dazzling big city lights or maybe it was the fact that I would be in so much trouble when I got home. Either way, I was staying. I hadn't slept or ate since I got here, but I was fine. I felt my stomach growl. OK, I WAS fine. When vampires get hungry, we don't have to eat blood, regular food tastes fine, too. On the island, we only got blood when a human trespassed, which wasn't often. Blood was a delicacy, and if it drained just right, you could keep the person alive, bonding them to you for life. I knew I couldn't afford the food here. I hadn't even brought any money. Oh well. I looked to the right of the street I was walking on, to see a thin, fashionable man staring at me. "Excuse me," he said, rushing over to me, "are you a model?" "No," I laughed, flipping my hair. "Would you like to be?" he said, with an eager smile. "What?" I was confused, "what do you mean?" "I'm Jacques Presto. I'm sure you've heard of my designs," he chuckled. I hadn't ever heard of him, but I nodded and smiled anyway. Modeling? Sounded fun and exciting. Back on the island, we didn't have models. I bet they get paid a lot. I looked at my stomach, as it silently tore inside of me. "I would love to have you model my winter collection. You look perfect for the job. Where are you from?" he smiled. "An island far from here," I said anxiously. "A foreigner! HOORAY! That's publicity waiting to happen!" he said, clapping his hands in excitement. I smiled. "Come on, dear. Let's get you an apartment near the agency," he said happily. He took my hand and I quickly followed him.
***            Aaron-age 18. I had spent five days looking for her, but there had been no luck. I was ready to give up. I would have too. My journey had been fruitless. I looked up the next boat to the island. 7:00 pm tomorrow. That would have to work. I was ready to leave.
***           Jeanette-age 17. There were women running frantically with makeup and hot rollers all around me. In an instant, I looked like a true model. "Woah," was all I could say. "Come on, dear, we know you look hot. It's time to get into your outfit," Jacques said nervously. It was really happening. I was about to be a model. All it would take was a few pictures. I stood in front of the camera, wearing a custom JP winter coat, long black boots, a baby blue scarf, and very tight skinny jeans. "Pose!" yelled Jacques, "you're gonna be famous, honey."
***          Aaron-age 18. My bags were in my hand, as I headed to the airport. I felt like a failure. How would I explain all this to Alpha? I didn't know, but I was to disappointed to figure it out. I felt New York's lights shine down on me, highlighting my guilt. Whatever. I looked up, seeing where the lights were coming from. They radiated from a large billboard, advertising some designer. I looked back up, doing a double take. Wait---was that Jeanette on the billboard? IT WAS! There she was on a billboard, wearing a white coat, boots, and a scarf. She looked great. She was a model! I should have known! I dropped my bags, and ran to the Welcome Center, to search every modeling agency in the city. I was going to find her. I just knew it.