The giggling was replaced with excited whispers. Lucas looked up over the rim of his coffee cup. There were four vamps strolling through the room, each with a bag of blood and a straw. They smiled, shooting glances at their fans, making soft voiced comments that even Lucas' extra-sharp hearing failed to decipher. They looked like any boy band from the human world, but with Goth leanings evident in their red and black attire. They sported silver ear-studs, and smiled widely, uninhibited about flashing fangs. Two of them were black-haired, one was blond, and the fourth displayed a radical shade of red that could only have come from a box—that last was Bryce, an arrogant tool by all standards.
