WHO? | The Alpha (Book One)

XXII

Jared

I stare at my reflection as I buckle my brown designer belt. My black semi-fit v-neck t-shirt stretches at my shoulders. I grab my black briefcase and wear my brown top-sider. I watch the bear keychain swing back and forth.

I am in shock when an unwanted visitor shows up at my front door.

"Dmitri!" a pale guy yells optimistically and greets me with open arms.

Joaquin.

"You are not supposed to be here," I say and walk out of the house, leaving him behind. 

"I know! Crazy, right?" I shouldn't be here but I guess I'm destined to be here?"

I didn't give him a glance and get in Stacey's car.

"Nice car, Professor."

He quickly vanishes in front of me and appears in the shotgun seat.

"No vampire privileges," I warn him. "That twenty reported deaths is enough, Joaquin. We should be discreet in wandering around human territory."

"How am I supposed to enter the car then? I know you'll start driving the moment I touch the door."

I clench my jaw and sigh.

"Get out," I say in my real voice.

"No," he says and put the seatbelt on.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Joaquin, who keeps on following me wherever I go. He even watched me in one of my classes.

"Goodness, we have lots of fresh treats here."

I remember him saying after seeing a lot of teenagers in front of him in my first class.

"Well, I wanna pay my lovely nephew a visit," he says casually." You said we have to find those stupid vampires playing around this little world aside from that Alpha," he replies with a bright smile.

"And?" I ask.

"Tada!" We can't catch them if we're at the Bloodharts chilling with our blood tea."

"I'm not your nephew," I speak through gritted teeth.

"Well, what would you tell those who would ask you who I am?" he asks, keeping up with my speeding pace. "Damn, Dmitri! Slow down."

"Oh. Sorry, Grandpa," I say and roll my eyes. "You're too old to keep up with me."

"I don't walk. I swear, Dmitri. I'll use my vampire privilege—"