The Last Human (Vampires Rule # 1) by Rocky Grede Read Free Book Online Page A

the basics. Maybe
his name will ring some-ones memory and shed light on his
identity.
    Fruz and Nathan exchange quick glances and shrug
simultaneously, their shoulders rising and falling, before Fruz
spins around in his chair. “We might just find out,” he says with
excitement. I follow his gaze to see the new guy sitting down on a lone table, his two Guards
hover behind him, and walking up to them is Albert.
    He takes long strides with his lanky legs, covering
twice the distance than a normal Vampire would, his skinny tall
stature sticks out in the crowd. He’s balancing his tray in one
hand, while holding up a blood drink with one finger of the other,
in one of his more restrained
acts of show.
    He reaches the table and places his food down before
slipping into the chair directly opposite the new guy who suddenly
goes still, his fork frozen in mid-air. Both his Artico Destroyers
study Albert from behind their shades , but make no attempt to remove him.
    A hush spreads through-out the lunch hall as the
Vampires begin to realize what
has just happened, and all heads turn towards this new
development.
    “ Hi there, my names Albert,” Albert says taking a
swing of his blood drink, bringing the glass back down on the table
with a clink, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He
pauses as if waiting for a response, but instead, the new guy picks
up his knife and continues to eat as if no one has talked to
him , ignoring Albert point
blank.
    “ So what’s your name?” Albert prods again,
undeterred, his voice bounc es
around the silent lunch hall. Even the staff members have stopped
to listen. Mr. Duke cocks his head, his eyebrows arching up. The
caretaker puts down his half eaten pigeon and licks his lips; his
blood shot eyes moving from Albert to the new Vampire. Mrs. Lake
lowers her half empty glass to the table, and dabs at her mouth
with a napkin, her attention too, now fully taken by the scene
Albert has created. The Cook, who a moment ago was serving students
behind the canteen, pauses and sniffs the air. He frowns, before
shaking his head.
    The new guy raises his head and stares at Albert, his
face motionless. Albert smiles
back politely and give an encouraging nod of his balloon sized head
as if insinuating that it is alright to speak.
    I watch on with curiosity, like everyone else, to see
how the new Vampire will respond. But instead of saying anything,
he just gets up, and begins to walk out the hall, with his two
Artico Destroyers following in his wake. Every one follows their
progress as they exit the
double doors.
    As soon as they leave, muttered conversations break
out across the hall as the students trade theories based
o n this new
encounter.
    Albert picks up his tray of food, and glass of drink,
and saunters in our direction, appreciated looks from other
Vampires for his effort follow him. “Was worth a try,” he says,
reaching our table and stuffing a chicken wing in his mouth, bone
and all. He clumps down into the chair opposite me and gives me a
grin, exposing his fangs and the shattered pie ces of bone mingled with blood.
    “ You’re disgusting,” I say , looking down at my own food as my appetite
dissolves in my stomach.
    “ Thanks,” Albert says, he drains his blood drink
and slams the glass on the table. “So what do you guy’s think?”
He looks to each of us in turn
like a child waiting for someone to tell him his bedtime story; his
amber eyes, freckled with red, are bright and clear.
    I shrug and turn my
attention back to my food and try to force it down while Nathan
academically explains his theory about the new guy being a
fugitive.
    “ Just think about it for a second,” he says,
leaning in and whispering the words, causing the table to creak under the weight of his
large arms. “First”- he raises one finger as if to emphasize the
point - “the guy comes out of nowhere and no has ever seen him
before.” He pauses as if waiting for the words to sink in