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can have any girl you want? I’m not really the ‘boyfriend’ type.”
    She dismissed his conceited statement. Calling him out on his arrogance would only encourage him. “Well, I’ve been nothing but hateful toward you since we met.” It killed her to say it, but she figured they were in this together, so it was time for her to stop acting like a two-year-old. “I’m sorry for that.”
    “Oh, come on…I knew you liked me. What’s not to like?” He examined his well-defined chest through his tight T-shirt.
    “Ha—”
    “I’m likeable. I’m shocked you didn’t have your way with me that first night.”
    “Was that before or after you interrupted my kill?” She stopped their playful banter. Goosebumps rose on her arms and a creepy something’s-not-right feeling settled into her body.
    Abram stood. “You feel it too?”
    Isabelle nodded and fell in step next to Abram. They rounded the concrete building, spotting four vampires waiting for unsuspecting drunks to walk by. These were definitely vamps. Unlike the unusually human-looking Daychildren that reeked, vampires displayed a pale, chalky complexion. From their proximity to the sidewalk, the night children were in perfect position to drag their victims into the alley.
    One vampire caught sight of Isabelle and Abram. Instinctively, the others sensed their arrival.
    “Teenagers. Not what I expected, but I’ll take it,” a redhead said, licking his lips and exposing his fangs. Isabelle figured they were expecting bikers, considering they were hanging out beside a biker bar. Maybe if she and Abram had worn leather jackets, chaps, and bandanas they wouldn’t have stuck out so much among the Harleys.
    A blond girl wearing a jean jacket and a horrible ‘80s hairdo glanced at Abram’s waist. “They’re Seekers.” She took off down the alley, taking a sharp right at the sidewalk. A leggy brunette wearing a mini-skirt and fishnets hesitated and then followed her friend.
    “I’ve got the two guys,” Abram said. “Go after the girls.”
    Isabelle thought for a second. Was she really going to take orders from Abram? Then she pictured driving a stake right through the girl’s tacky rhinestone jean jacket. “Meet ya back here.”
    The girls hadn’t gotten far. Isabelle chased them into another alley, this time behind a mini-mart. Trapped on all sides, the girls decided to act all bad ass, popping their gum and jutting their hips out as they waited for Isabelle to approach.
     “Seriously, ladies—cheap hooker. Is that really the look you’re going for?” Isabelle said, brandishing two wooden stakes.
    “Bitch!” the blond one with big hair said.
    Raising a stake, Isabelle propelled it forward. The tip lodged in the girl’s heart. She turned into a pile of ash and vanished into the asphalt. The other girl, the brunette wearing a banana clip, charged her, pissed that Isabelle had staked her friend. Isabelle readied herself in a fighting stance. The girl swung, catching Isabelle in the jaw. Damn, the hooker’s strong. Isabelle wiggled her jaw around and raised her fists to block her face. Isabelle assessed the girl’s hits, looking for a pattern in her fighting style. After a few moments, she’d figured it out. She blocked the brunette’s punch and nailed her in the ribs. Isabelle stayed on her, throwing kicks and punches, the girl too disoriented to block her advances.
    “I think she’s ready to be staked,” Abram said from behind her. “Unless, of course, you’re using her for boxing practice.”
     Smiling, Isabelle extended her leg, catching the girl on her sideways banana clip with the bridge of her foot. This made Isabelle laugh. It served her right for rocking shitty fashion. Isabelle decided to end the girl’s misery and plunged the dagger into her heart. Like her floozy sidekick, her body disintegrated.
              
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    The next day Isabelle met Abram and Jared at the training center. With no