Sunrise at Sunset by Jaz Primo Read Free Book Online Page A

not to seek him out after each class ended. Still, there were only two weeks left before the semester ended, and she would end her brief stint at college. She was going to miss listening to him lecture; he had a real talent for teaching. But more than that, she longed to just sit and chat with him, or sit and kiss those soft-looking lips of his.
    From the warmth growing inside her, she felt a longing to do other things with him, as well. She longed to share his body, to partake in his blood. She let those thoughts playfully linger for a moment as she observed him.
    One thing she knew for certain, based upon Caleb’s conversation with his girlfriend, she definitely didn’t like Melanie at all.
    He deserves someone much better. Someone like me , she mused with a sly smile.
    As she watched him drink his beer and head into the bedroom, she decided it was time to go. While it was fairly dark where she stood, she didn’t want to press her luck on being noticed. Instead, she quickly but quietly negotiated her way to the ground level and headed down the alley to where she had parked her car.
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    Much later that night as Caleb lay in bed, he kept thinking back to the robbery attempt and how quickly Katrina had reacted. She seemed unusually calm and collected about everything, while he had felt scared to death. Maybe she was just cool under pressure, but he somehow felt there had to be more to it than that.
    Those same feelings of familiarity began to stir in him again. What is it about Katrina that keeps nagging at me? However, no answers were forthcoming by the time he fell asleep well past midnight.
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    Katrina sat at her home computer, partaking in the variety of diversions that marked her time in seclusion during daylight. Though engaged in a variety of online financial evaluations and investment activities, her mind kept wandering back to Caleb. She adored listening to him and watching him lecture in her evening history class, and once again she considered how he seemed to have a knack for instruction. Katrina was an avid history fan herself, having appreciated the considerable culmination of personal experiences and observations as a vampire.
    Her brief time around Caleb brought an appreciable, fresh dimension to her existence, making it feel more like a life and less of a drudgery. She had enjoyed their brief interactions and longed for more. The semester will be over before I know it. Then we’ll see what happens.
    She sighed and diverted her attentions to email. Since her reintegration into the world nearly two decades ago, she had reacquired a sense of enjoyment in the interactions with others of her kind. There were a number of fellow vampires from her past that she reached out to again and was pleased to find that most of them returned her interest.
    Unfortunately, she was having trouble lately getting a response from a vampire named Garett who’d been living in Paris. He was usually very good about keeping in touch, so she was surprised. However, vampires were often reclusive, so Katrina anticipated that she would hear from him again soon.
    She marveled at how much easier technology made everything for her kind. Blood supplies were delivered to nearly anywhere in the world via a specialized courier service. Email and text messaging made quick communication as personal or impersonal as she liked. Transportation around the world was effortless, though often at a considerable cost. Cable television provided hours, or even days, of alternate reality immersion. Every film ever made was available either on demand, online, or on DVD. And the wonderful virtual conduit known as the Internet provided hours of information and online distractions.
    Her reverie was interrupted by a text message on her cell phone from a vampire named Alton, who was as close a friend as she’d ever known: Lost contact with Octavia in Trondheim. Just arrived in Paris .
    Katrina frowned. Strange , she mused. Maybe Alton will at least be