WHO? | The Alpha (Book One)

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George

"Georgina?" I hear Aunt Liz ask. She looks around, surprised after seeing the stranger's house.

"Hmmm?" I don't glance at her. I'm still mad at her.

"Where are we?" she asks in a sleepy voice.

Silence.

I continue my 'research project' and read articles about vampires.

"You don't have class?"

I shake my head.

"Are you mad? Why aren't you talking to me?" she asks and sits beside me.

"We're at Clarkson's place," I say in a cold tone.

"Clarkson–ugh! My head hurts," she groans and holds her head.

"You should stop seeing Joaquin," I say.

"W-what?" her dark brown eyes widen. "Why?"

I don't answer her and continue reading.

'Hypnosis.'

'Vampire has the ability to dominate the mind of their chosen victim...'

"Hyp... nosis," I mutter and sharply move my gaze at Aunt Liz.

"Good morning," I hear Clarkson greet. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands.

Aunt Liz startles and quickly looks at him.

"Tall... red-head," she says while scanning Clarkson's body. "You must be Clarkson."

"O-oh, hi! Good morning, Ma'am," he politely says. "I'm Clarkson," he says and opens the palm of his right hand. They shake hands.

"Have you eaten?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Not yet," I answer.

I am sitting in the dining area when I smell something is burning. I rush to the kitchen and see Clarkson calmly removes a completely burnt scrambled egg.

"W-what happened?" I ask, staring at the almost black fried egg.

"Nothing," he says and furrows his eyebrows.

"It's... overcooked," I comment. "Humans don't eat burnt food."