Pure Blood (Book two of the Blood Series)

Chapter 25

The three of them instantly noticed us walked toward them, and perked up in anticipation.

"Who are they?" Oliver asked under his breath.

"That would be Klemins and Garen, but I don't know who the third one is." I told him, frowning. His eyes widened and he studied them carefully from afar.

"Why do I get the feeling we're in for an exciting night?" He asked, smiling down at me deviously. I shook my head; his love for trouble was both amusing and stressful.

"Behave please. They're very polite." I said, knowing full well that they were likely listening to us talk this very moment.

"I thought you would know me better than that. I never behave for anyone." Oliver laughed, half joking, half telling the truth. At my dramatic sigh, he grinned.

"Don't worry; I'll try to be decent. You must admit though, it's a fairly scandalous ordeal having vampires in the D.C. Area."

"I'd say intriguing." I countered. I didn't want to upset Klemins because he already seemed to have a short fuse. Garen would be easier to talk to though. We walked silently the rest of the way over to them, making sure they knew we saw them if they hadn't been listening previously.

"Kira, how was your day?" Garen asked cheerfully, smiling at me, then at Oliver.

"Fine, how about yourself? Is the city treating you nicely?"

"Oh it's alright. Nothing like back home, but it's an interesting change. Klemins has been moaning all day though; he doesn't care for the food."

"Well the humans here eat a lot of junk food, so I'd imagine the blood would taste weird too." Oliver chimed in, slight smirk easing its' way on his face. At his remark, Garen merely laughed.

"That wasn't funny." Klemins shot, but Garen's laughter drowned him out.

"Klemins I know you have a sense of humor, and this lad obviously does as well. We've been warned about you Oliver, and it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Garen, and this is Klemins and Micaal. We're from Europe." Garen explained, looking genuine.

"I'd say the pleasure is all mine, but it's really not. You should feel lucky; you are, after all, meeting a celebrity." Oliver grinned and stretched his hand out. Garen grasped it, still having a pleasant look on his face. Micaal shook Oliver's hand fairly reluctantly, but Klemins just glared at his outstretched hand.

"I'm not really a fan of yours. I'm more of a Kira person." Klemins snapped. I saw the look on Oliver's face darken, but he smiled, making the expression seem almost evil.

"Fine, fine. I can't please everyone." He retorted,

"So, uh, what are you guys doing here?" I asked nervously, as I could see Oliver's nerves grinding together.

"We talked to Otto yesterday about you and we had a couple of questions." Klemins said, suddenly smiling at me.

"Okay." I replied, trying to sound confident.

Just one night. They can't figure it all out in one night.

"He told us you mentioned that you were sick the night you turned 17." Klemins spoke, seeming to get more excited with each word.

"Yeah. I got sick a week before and was sick for awhile after." I admitted, cursing myself internally for letting that information slip to Otto. In my defense, I hadn't known these two would be coming.

"Micaal here has studied a lot on what we think you are, which is Pure Blood. He'll explain everything tomorrow for you, so don't worry about being confused." Garen said, putting a hand up to stop Klemins from talking.