I was bored.
There was absolutely sod all to do, one of the many disadvantages of being a vampire. Boredom just came with the package. It was silent throughout the house, Eli and Chester were out, hunting probably. In a completely different town. They said there had been enough murders here thanks to me.
I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was immersed in darkness, but I could still see every single detail. The tiny blobbed patterns of dried plaster on the ceiling, the flowered lamp shade, one that I hated. A 46 inch plasma TV stood on a wooden desk in the corner of the room, turned towards me. You may think that why is an immortal interested in such material things if they hold no true value? If I was honest, I was a very materialistic person and I did enjoy the luxuries of life, even if it never ended.
Heaving a sigh, I sat up and began wandering the landing. Chester's door was partially open, but there was no point in me entering, he'd be able to sense it. But it was always worth a try, wasn't it? Merely curious, I grasped the cool metal of the door handle and was getting ready to push it open further when a sharp knock from downstairs grabbed my attention.
Whoever was outside was human, definitely human. I could hear their frantic heartbeats from up here, and as for their scent... Not the best I'd smelt, not by a long shot, but it was still delicious.
Two police officers stood on the doorstep with stern expressions.
'Are you Rose Whitehall?' one with a moustache asked.
'I might be,' I replied. 'Why do you want to know?'
'We'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the recent murders, if that's okay?'
'Sure,' I smiled, stepping aside to let them inside. 'Please come on in.'
I watched them exchange unsure glances before they crossed the threshold. They'd obviously heard a lot about me, petty rumours. They'd probably heard the one that I was one of those disruptive youths with an extremely volatile temper that could snap at any given moment.
I flicked the light switch and sank down into a chair, motioning for them to do so.
'So, what's this all about?'
'Well, we just want to ask you a few questions.' Moustache man asked. The other one produced a spiral bound notepad and a pen. 'When was the last time you saw Harriet Prince?'
'Hmm...' I pretended to look thoughtful. 'I'm not overly sure, I mean we didn't really get on much. I used to see her walking to school, just before me, but the last time I properly saw her was...Monday morning maybe?' I pursed my lips. 'Yes, Monday morning.'
'I asked her if she'd like to walk with me, but she said no, so I walked alone.'
'Harriet never turned up for school on Monday. Do you have any idea of where she might have gone?'
I shook my head. 'Nope. I'm sorry.'
After a few more interrogative questions, they decided they weren't getting anywhere and handed me a small card with a number printed on it.
'If you remember anything, call us, no matter how trivial you may think it is. I'm sure you'll understand we're keen to catch the murderer, before anything else happens.'
'Of course,' I nodded. 'I'll contact you if I remember anything else.'
Shutting the door behind them, I smiled. That had been rather...fun.
Literally five seconds later, the door pushed against me knocking me to the side.
'What are you doing?' Eli questioned.
'Oh absolutely nothing. Wandering the house aimlessly, bored out of my mind, helping the police with an investigation, nothing out of the ordinary.'
'The police were here? When?'
'They left roughly five seconds before you entered, didn't you see them?' That puzzled me, Eli should be able to detect any humans within a one hundred mile radius, especially after he'd just fed. Unless...
'Rose,' he spoke calmly. 'They were human, weren't they?'
'What do you mean? Of course they were! I could smell it!'
'Could you?' Eli looked at me, one eyebrow raised questioningly. 'Are you sure it was them?'
'Guys,' Chester walked in through the door. 'Why is there a dead body outside our front door?'
'WHAT?' Eli rushed outside, I followed him. Sure enough, the body of a young girl was at our doorstep, her head hanging at a sickening angle, eyes wide and staring.
'What the fuck...'
'Chester please. Get inside, before anyone sees.'
Eli easily lifted the dead girl in his arms and carried her inside, setting her down on the settee.
'What the hell is going on?' Chester demanded.
And that's when it clicked. The police officers. They weren't human at all, they were vampires, and I'd just invited them inside. The heartbeat I had heard wasn't theirs it must have been the girls, seconds before they killed her. God they were sneaky.
'Rose, we may be in serious trouble.'