Where's that Vampire Too? ✔️

Chapter 2 - The most marv(elous) vampire that ever was!

The office was precise, clinical even. A magnolia and steel backdrop to a stage of elegant antiques and marble furniture. It was a style, it chose to softly murmur money instead of screaming it like other vampires. "We were right to call you, boy. We intercepted a call to the local authorities, and confirmed our theories." Deep well learnt English boomed from the dark figure. 

He was an older man, looming from his unassuming throne, towards a modern-looking lad, standing straight, in front of the desk, presenting his best self to his king.The old man's stoic countenance, broke to let the side of his mouth curl up, foully chuckling. "The hunter known as Alexandrya De Vendetta, must reside close to this small city. We have yet to find her exact place of origin, but we are sure this is all you should need boy. It is up to you to take care of her." Sliding a thinly filled manilla envelope containing just a picture and a name, as was the way, across the desk.

The boy took the envelope placing it smoothly into a pocket in his finely tailored, if a little small, suit. In essence, he was well dressed, correctly complementing colours and fabrics, and notably pointed Italian leather shoes. However, for some reason, the boy kept his hair short around the back in tight control, apart from a mop of blond hair swooping all over his forehead! Which failed in its only possible use, to mask his face. His features contained the essence of a boy on the edge of manhood, refined features, translucent porcelain skin, and shining red eyes. As if hiding those red eyes were possible, behind any amount of hair. "Yessir." The young man devolved his posture in an instant, mocked a bow, and swanned out of the office with all the confidence of a puppy yet to be kicked.

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It's been a while since Pol had encountered a hunter... Sometimes they run around and say that they're: 'The Slayer! Destined to kill all the vampires, and demons, help the humans or save the planet.' Like some flower power so-n'-so, what a load of skuzz. They're all super annoying! They really only end up responsible for picking off a few lackeys, nobodies. But, he had to admit this one seemed different from Haemon's attention. He didn't want to know who she'd killed to piss the king off.Heamon had ordered him to fly to England to take her out. True, he would do the job and enjoy it. This 'Alexandrya?' Like they tried to go Greek with her name but got muddled up and went to Brighton by the end of it. He wanted to go to Brighton, maybe Manchester. It had been so long since he'd been to Europe.

As he swaggered down the grey cobbled streets, he imagined her blood's taste, sure she would have lots, rich and thick from her youth and strength, but tainted by violence. He liked to think each person's anger was like a new favour of marmite, impossible to tell its tang beforehand. Would he take the chance to check if he loved or hated it? Could do with a new tasty slave.The picture of this 'Alexa,' he could deal with that as a name, he had inside the envelope, showed a tallish teenager, in a neat school uniform. She had good hair, neck, and sad black eyes staring out at him. Not intimidating in the slightest, how had this human plagued Prague and Madrid last summer?But, a school uniform was a start. He whipped out his latest edition smartphone and trolled through a few of the local school websites, laughing at, and pitting the kids that had to spend all their days wearing the same thing and being told what to do. What was a teacher even for? He learnt whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He came across a boys and girls Academy with a photo of a very busty teacher and a grinning pale boy with grey eyes and a certificate in '100% Attendance,' the uniform matched and even if he zoomed in he could make out two girls clapping behind, one of which he would gamble his favourite tie pin on, was her.

His Pear Taxi... How is there no Uber in this place!? Well, the painful no app has to call it taxi took him directly to a bland newly built Tide Regis Academy on the outskirts of the town, climbing onto the roof of one of the nearby homes, he surveyed the grey concrete and corrugated iron building. It had a huge amount of cramped classrooms and even more cramped students. He looked for hints of his prey with his inhumanly sensitive eyes but whipped out military-grade binoculars to help them along. He loved how humanity's laziness could lead to so many useful nicknacks.He watched for hours, tucking away any info he could use. Alexa was in there and she seemed studious, sitting up straight, never making attempts to disobey her teachers or socialise with others. One brunette girl sitting next to her in a few classes seemed to be actively avoiding her gaze. The others just seemed to pay her no notice, had she not been learning at the place for three years? So when he thought about it, she was boring. Now the girls sneaking out just after lunch, they look like a fun little midday snack.