Saturday, June 25, 2011
Hi, this is Kaya.
Still no Clare. Still searching. But today we found out for sure that we aren't the only ones on the hunt. We met some of the others today, and they definitely aren't just here to look out for what's best for her.
Kirsten, Bree, Felicity, and I had taken April (our dog) out to look for Clare, when we saw them.
There were three of them. All guys. Two of them looked like they were in their twenties, and the older guy looked maybe fifty. They wore dark clothes and long duster coats. I don't think they were vampires; the sun had made a brief appearance, and it didn't seem to affect them. When they saw us, one of the guys shoved something up his sleeve that had been in his hand. I'm pretty sure it was a wooden stake. Not good.
They seemed to recognize us, and they smiled - but it wasn't a smile that reached their eyes. The oldest guy said, "Hello, ladies. You haven't seen a homeless girl about your age hanging around here lately, have you?"
We shook our heads.
Another of the guys said, "You don't have to be afraid of us. We're her family. We just want to help her."
Yeah, right. They very well might be her family, but they weren't there for her benefit. Chasing her around with stakes because you want to help. Sure!
"We don't know who you're talking about," Kirsten said stubbornly.
He frowned. "It's not nice to lie, little girl."
"We met her," Bree said innocently, without any sign of concern.
I gave her a horrified look. What was she doing? Had she not figured out these people would be lethal to Clare?
The man grinned. "Where is she?"
Bree shrugged. "She was leaving town. I think she said Vancouver..."
The three men glanced at each other. Were they going to believe her? If she was telling the truth, Clare was headed for the complete opposite end of the country. They'd have to get moving to catch up. If Bree was lying, though, it was a major wild goose chase. Clare going to Vancouver if people here were after her made sense; on the other hand if she hadn't really left and they tried to find her there, they'd lose the trail here. Me and my sisters knew Bree wasn't telling them where Clare really was... but would they?
"Thanks," the oldest guy said, staring hard at Bree.
Did they leave town? We don't know yet. We tried. At the very least, we have a better idea, now, of who is after Clare...