Prey

1

My palms are shaking. I'm terrible at meeting new people. Dad's taking me to meet his new British girlfriend, whom he met on his business trip to Mexico. Turns out they really hit it off, she's moved to California for him after all. The doorbell rings obnoxiously loud, though I have a feeling my hearing is hypersensitive.

And then this woman opens the door for us. She has bright blue eyes, with two small wrinkles on her forehead, and smile lines. She's wearing a small amount of makeup, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. Her lipstick is a faded red, I could tell she'd been wearing it for some time. There's likely a lipstick stain on her recently used mug somewhere.

A slender woman, tall, but not too tall. I'm guessing around 5'8. Much shorter than my father, still. Her hair is light brown, and curly. Clearly has some kind of gel in it. As for her nose? I'd have thought she was a witch if I hadn't met her before.

But of course, I'll do anything to pick fault with her. This woman thinks she's good enough to replace my mother. Obviously not. No one is good enough for that. I'm surprised dad even takes me to meet his girlfriends anymore, he knows I pick fault with them. My dad is the only one who somewhat knows anything about me, he's the only one I talk to, anyway.

The witch is tanned. You can tell she's overdone it on purpose, and isn't used to tanning. A telltale sign of the British. Her eyebrows are thin, and cartoonish. Her thick framed glasses are able to make up for the hideous eye area she has- Who is that?

There seemed to be an angel walking out from behind the witch. The same height as the witch, though her looks vastly contrasted her.

The angel had long, golden blonde hair, not perfectly straight. It had some slight dents in it the further you look down. But it was healthy, and you could tell she'd never used hair dye. Her eyes were big, round and doll like. A pale grey colour. Her nose was upturned, and slightly too small to fit her face. Her lips were small and rose like, innocent looking.

The angel had eyebrows that made her perfect grey eyes stand out. Fairly thin, but straight. Only a slight arch at the end.

"And you must be Eric," The witch distracted me from analysing the stunning girl that stood behind her. She seemed a little tense, nervous around strangers so it would seem.

I faked a smile at the witch, which she seemed to believe. "This is my daughter, Alice. She's the same age as you!"

This simple phrase made my eyes light up immediately. She was easily accessible. My dads girlfriends daughter. I'd have to start spending a lot of time with her. It seemed my life would be heading in the right direction from now on. Unless the witch casts a spell to take her away from me.

"When's your birthday?" I asked. My dad widened his eyes at me in confusion immediately. Poor man hadn't seen me talk to anyone before. But I wanted to ask because I needed to hear her talk. See if her voice would match up with her angel face.

She took a step closer to me, still seeming very tense. "The first of May," The angel spoke. Her voice was soft. She obviously came from England, but it didn't sound too overdone or posh. It sounded innocent. I could listen to her talk all day. After she spoke, her lips parted slightly and she fiddled with her fingertips. I hoped I wasn't making her nervous.

"Exactly two months younger than me," I smiled, earning a nervous but genuine smile back.

"Alice and I made brownies, if you'd both like to come inside," The witch said. Damn, I should probably not call her that. If she's able of giving life to the human embodiment of an angel, I'll cut her some slack. I suppose I'll do her the decency of referring to her by her name, 'Ellen.'

"We'd love to join you," Dad said. Why did he say that though? They'd already invited us of course we'd be joining them.

We followed them into the house. Very modern. Nicely decorated. As we entered their living room there was a slide open glass door which led to the pool. I could already start planning how I'll spend my time with Alice here. My dad better not screw this up, for once.

My dad started kissing Ellen, Alice and I looked to each other and chuckled a little. "Eric, maybe you could follow Alice into the kitchen and get those brownies for us? Alice, please get plates out for us," Ellen instructed us.

I followed Alice into the kitchen. She was wearing denim shorts, her ass looked like a bubble in them. Very wide hips. But not so wide she looked fat. The perfect curves. Could she get any more perfect?

"So, Alice," I said, as she turned around to me and smiled. She seemed to already be pretty relaxed around me. "What school are you going to this year?"

"Oh, I'm not going to school," She said, pulling out four plates from the cupboard. "I did my GCSEs in June, and in England that's where we finish school. I'm only in California with a visa for two years, so I'm taking online sixth form to do my A levels."

It's like she spoke another language. "What are A levels?" I asked her, as she was dancing around the kitchen getting knives and cutting the brownie up.

"They're another qualification. You need them to get into university, and I want to study medicine at Cambridge one day. I want to be a doctor."

She really couldn't get any more perfect, could she? Beautiful and intelligent. They're a one of a kind.

"How are you going to make friends around here if you're home schooling all day?" I asked, following her around the kitchen.

"Well, I'm planning on taking up ballet here. I used to when I was at home so and I had no intention of giving it up."

And flexible? Another thing to add to the list. "Plus, I guess you're kind of like my step brother now, so I can always talk to you."

Fuck. She skipped the friend zone. Straight to brother zone. Fuck. But it's okay. I can get out of this. Persistence is key...