Turning my attention back to everyone around me, I listened to all of the discussions and thoughts. Several people were checking me out, but no one was thinking about Marguerite. What if she was going by a different name? She probably was since they had gone to such lengths to hide her by having her be raised by humans as if she were one herself. I would definitely have to rely on her looks to find her.
As I followed the crowd through the halls, my attention was suddenly brought to a girl sitting against the wall reading a text book. Could that be her? Her hair was redder than I remembered, but I could easily see that being her. I hung back, standing near some lockers, pretending to play with a zipper on the backpack.
She certainly appeared to be human; I could hear the blood pumping through her veins as I watched her from across the hall. I couldn't get into her thoughts, but that wasn't surprising for someone born of vampires. Those born into the species had far more advantages than the ones born human, and then turned. That's why they were referred to as common vampires.
There were common vampires and natural vampires, royal vampires as they liked to call themselves. Then there were the rare ones like me who were half and half: born from one royal vampire parent and one common vampire parent. My father in fact, had been in line to be the next vampire king until he gave that up to marry my mother.
I was destined for greatness. I was meant to rule and that was why I was with Vince. He had rounded up and was building a strong group of vampires to take over the current administration.
It was hard to believe the girl I was looking at was one of our major roadblocks. She didn't look like any kind of threat to anyone. She had no makeup and her hair was in a ponytail that looked as though she'd pulled it back in a room with no mirrors. Her clothes were so boring, and plain too. She was just sitting there with her nose in that history book, oblivious to everything going on around her.
Could that even be her? When she was little, she had always worn fancy dresses and she captivated the attention of nearly everyone around her. I would have pictured her being the center of attention with everyone following her around. Maybe I had the wrong girl. I had to. Aside from the fact that I couldn't hear her thoughts, everything else about her screamed boring human.