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"Let's go get something to eat, and then you can come back to look for more. It's already been three hours," Jenna commented, stretching her arms above her head. I stared at the time in shock. Had it really been three hours? It had gone by so fast.
I wanted to agree with her, before I remembered that I had no money. The only place that I could eat now was on campus where I could use my meal card, unless they’d drained that too. I pulled out my phone and quickly logged into my school account, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw the balance was still there on my cafeteria plan. That would've fucking sucked if I'd had to start scavenging around for food…or stealing.
“Let's go to the Collis Center," I threw out. The Collis Center was the smallest of the eateries on campus, and it was also the least popular. Maybe there was a chance I could get away with not running into anyone who was actively stalking me there.
Jenna agreed easily, and after I’d erased the history on the computer, we left the room. The library had filled up in the time that we’d been in there. I could feel their eyes crawling along my skin as we walked, and I swore that the whispers of people talking about me had risen to a small roar.
These people needed to get a fucking life.
As we walked out of the library, I noticed a group standing out on the green with signs.
"What's going on over there?" I mused. "Looks like some kind of protest?"
"Huh, why are they all wearing white?" she asked as we walked closer. You had to go past that area of the green to get to the Collis Center. As we got closer, and I could actually make out the signs the people were holding, cold sweat drenched my skin.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I hissed, grabbing Jenna's arm and yanking her in the opposite direction of the group.
"I thought you said you wanted to go to the Collis Center? What’s going on?"
My heart was pounding so loudly I swore I could hear it beating in my eardrums. The Demon, being the internationally famous figure that he was, had a lot of people interested in him.
There were hundreds, maybe thousands of groups around the world whose sole focus in life seemed to be following him. Some of them were dedicated to solving the mysteries of his kills. Others liked to come together and write scathing articles about what a terrible person he was, and what a terrible person I was.
And then there were others who worshiped the ground he walked on. These were the nut jobs who wrote letters to him in prison, confessing their love for him and sending him marriage proposals. They were also the groups most likely to breed copycat killers.
So basically, they were all psychos. And because they were so obsessed with the Demon, by extension they were also kind of obsessed with me.
Some of the groups thought that I was the heir apparent to carry on the family tradition. Some even believed I’d helped put my father away in prison as part of some elaborate scheme of the Demon’s.
Others didn't quite see it in such a nice light. They considered me a traitor, and there were countless websites and chat groups you could find on the Internet dedicated to cursing my name.
And that group we’d just seen on the green, the ones all creepily dressed in white and holding signs, they were the worst of those groups.
It was really amazing that campus security hadn't come out to put a stop to their protest yet, because there were all kinds of creepy things on those signs: some pictures of the demonic-looking Lucifer, my father's smiling mugshot, a pentagram, a few skulls. What really creeped me out though, was that someone had actually put a screenshot of one of the videos that had been released showing my father at work.
They’d probably been searching for me for the last year, and now that my identity was out, they'd come to get me.
They'd have to get in line.
"If you ever see any of those people dressed like that, you run away. Do you hear me?" I barked at Jenna when we walked around the library and were hidden from sight. She looked at me, nodding, her lips slightly trembling in fear.
I sighed and pushed my hair out of my face. When had I started feeling like protecting Jenna was my responsibility? I didn’t have room for that in my life.
“Those people are obsessed with my father, and they hate me. They're probably here to try and kill me or something.”
"Should we call the police?" she asked. I snorted, thinking of the police ever wanting to help me. I'd had to basically make the FBI sign in blood, to work out the deal I'd made to turn the Demon in and keep my freedom. They'd looked at me the same way that everyone on campus did, their eyes full of distrust and loathing.
My stomach grumbled just then, and I groaned, knowing that we were going to have to go to the main cafeteria. For a moment, I longed for a fancy dinner back at the Sphinx, and then I pushed that thought away. At least I would know I wasn’t at risk for poisoning in the cafeteria.
At least I probably wasn’t.
Jenna was quiet as we walked, looking as if she were the one who was haunted. I felt a little bad, but any harsh realities I spilled to her were necessary. If she was going to be my friend, and obviously this was a hugeif, she’d have to come down from the ivory tower she’d grown up in.
I didn’t want that for her. Jenna hadn’t told me tons about her family, but she’d told me enough that comparing our lives was like comparing a Disney princess to a street rat. Her family loved her. She’d always been warm, happy, and loved. Bodies and blood were not a thought she’d had growing up.
As much as I didn’t want to bring her into my world…it also would be nice to have a friend. A ride or die that I could depend on to break me out of coffins and stab people if need be.
I sighed. I was obviously a selfish bitch.
