By Christopher Pike
Suspecting the detective she killed in self-defense is stalking her, a vampire turns into a high-school pupil to befriend the detective's son, with whom she falls in love. through the writer of Bury Me Deep.
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He ventures. I shrug. " He is indignant. "I assure you that I needed no one to point me in your direction. " He is lying, of that I am positive. I can always tell when a person lies, almost always. Only remarkable people can fool me, and then they have to be lucky. But I do not like to be fooled—so one has to wonder at even their luck. "Then my offer is nothing," I say. He straightens. He believes he is ready to pounce. " He pauses. "" He smiles. " I smile. " He laughs. " He stops laughing, now deadly serious, now that we are talking, about death.
And I am often thirsty. My name, at present, is Alisa Perne—just two words, something to last for a couple of decades. I am no more attached to them than to the sound of the wind. My hair is blond and silklike, my eyes like sapphires that have stared long at a volcanic fissure. My stature is slight by modern standards, five two in sandals, but my arms and legs are muscled, although not unattractively so. Before I speak I appear to be only eighteen years of age, but something in my voice—the coolness of my expressions, the echo of endless experience—makes people think I am much older.
I like her as well and wonder if she is going to be an obstacle. For her sake, I hope not. I honestly prefer not to kill young people. Pat's clothes are simple, a blouse and jeans. I suspect her family has little money. But Ray is dressed sharp. It makes me think of the million I offered his father. Ray does not appear upset. Probably his father often disappears for days at a time. I clear my throat and he looks over at me. "Hello," he says. " "Hi," I say. "Yes. " I offer my dainty hand. " He shakes my hand.
The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike