I was born beautiful. That’s what my dad always said to me. He knows how to say pretty words to me when he knows I’m angry at him, he doesn’t know that his pretty words spoils me to this day. When I was little I never really go out much, I was home schooled until I finished the high school education system. After that my plan was to go to NYU get my degree in Business Management as my dad said I should take. And I did just that, I graduated at the top of my class. No one from my family or who I considered family came. I thought I saw Jenny at the back of the auditorium but maybe it was just my wishful thinking. My dad, Gabriel apologized that he couldn’t be there for my graduation and bought me a 7 series BMW. I didn’t drive the car. He thinks making deals in Moscow is more important that seeing his daughter graduate. Maybe it is. Now I’m 25 years old and rather of learning to run the business that I’m suppose to handle in the future instead I am here in Los Angeles, hiding for my own life. It was all my fault anyway.

My favorite books while I was a teenager were the vampire chronicles by Anne Rice. I was enticed by the character Lestat. His immortality, beauty, strength, diabolical-ness and wealth beyond my dreams. I wanted to be him. I wanted to know what it feels like to have all that power. And I still do.

I think I get my sense of clothing style from him. Always the nicest suits. Sometimes would even be more expensive that my dad’s. He doesn’t really care though. Whatever to keep my mouth shut and keeps out from his hair. Anyway, enough about this non sense.

I didn’t answer Alice and just held my fist tightly not wanting to land in front of her face. I’ve never really encountered anyone like her. She’s annoying, she talks a lot, she gets into your business, and she’s just…ugh. I got my self up and she stopped me from leaving.

“Okay okay okay…. Relax Shane…” She said. “Look… I can tell that you’re a private person… but since you’re living in this house with Carmen and Carmen is my best friend… and I care about her… and you…” she looked at me up and down with her sneaky eyes. “You… well, you like her don’t you?” She finally asked.