bien non. Of course not. I might be over you, for a while . But do go ahead and hold your breath, ” I snapped, and walked back towards the dorms.
“Well played Grey. She’ll be putty in your hands in no time,” Anita said smirking, then turned and walked off. “I had underestimated Chloë. She is much more powerful than I realized. I was so worried about what Grey could do to Chloë, I never considered what a witch that powerful could do to even the strongest vampire. Definitely something to remember,” Anita thought.
I could hear her thoughts, which was odd, but I didn’t have the brain space to figure out why just then. Maybe I was so keyed up from using my powers, and because we were such good friends. Maybe…. I’d figure it out, later. I was still getting used to the world of weird (as Anita kept calling it) too, tomorrow I could figure this out.
Anita caught up to me, and I put my arm around her shoulders. “Is he always so temperamental?” I asked. “He doesn’t like surprises, and your little exhibition of power back there was certainly a surprise,” Anita said laughing. “Even I didn’t know you could kick his ass like that,” she continued still in awe. “He ought to know what he is dealing with. That was the lesson he thought he was teaching me. Although, I have a feeling he was holding back.” “I did love watching him smash into that tree,” she said with a chuckle in her voice.
“So what next?” she looked at her watch, “it’s not too late yet”. “Lemme think… how about we go back to the dorm, maybe play some pool, or see if our gorgeous neighbors are still awake. How does that sound?” I proposed. “Sounds like fun to me,” she said bouncing with excess energy. “And uhm, can we forget about my momentary lapse in judgment?” I pleaded. “You mean that steamy hot kiss with Captain Fang? Already forgotten.”
Chapter Eight
Funny how obligations don’t pause when you have something serious going on. Like I still have classes to go to. I want to experience college, see what human girls my age do, but my life keeps interrupting my plans. Making it to class seems trivial while I am trying to figure out why a group of sociopathic vampires is attacking my classmates.
No, I don’t have a major, unless a major problem committing to something is a subject. Hell, it doesn’t seem like I can commit to having only one crush. Academically, I am interested in Biology, but also deeply interested in History, or maybe Political Science. Personally, I really like Finn, he is gorgeous and charming, but Grey is so…so…hot. Eh, I’m a freshman; I have some time to figure it out.
Anita on the other hand knows what she wants to do. She is going to major in Communications, because she wants to make use of her enhanced abilities (to influence people), and go into Public Relations. I hope someday to be as sure of myself as she is.
Ugh, and the issue of class attendance, well let’s just say it is a work in progress. I am still going to have to go to those if I want to stay in college long enough to consider this a life experience. Anita and I are not morning people. I mean hullo she is half vampire, which is why we relish that our first class doesn’t start until eleven. If we continue to have covert missions late at night, we might not even make the eleven o’clock class.
Our first class was World History in the Language and Literature building. If we walked out the back of our dorm we could be at the building (if we traveled at a normal human pace) in ten minutes or less. It would have been nice to make up time by teleporting, or running for Anita , but any humans would have been seriously disturbed by our sudden appearance in the building’s inner courtyard.
Ordinarily we walked to class with Finn and Dean, but we had gotten up late this morning. No surprise. We missed
“Well played Grey. She’ll be putty in your hands in no time,” Anita said smirking, then turned and walked off. “I had underestimated Chloë. She is much more powerful than I realized. I was so worried about what Grey could do to Chloë, I never considered what a witch that powerful could do to even the strongest vampire. Definitely something to remember,” Anita thought.
I could hear her thoughts, which was odd, but I didn’t have the brain space to figure out why just then. Maybe I was so keyed up from using my powers, and because we were such good friends. Maybe…. I’d figure it out, later. I was still getting used to the world of weird (as Anita kept calling it) too, tomorrow I could figure this out.
Anita caught up to me, and I put my arm around her shoulders. “Is he always so temperamental?” I asked. “He doesn’t like surprises, and your little exhibition of power back there was certainly a surprise,” Anita said laughing. “Even I didn’t know you could kick his ass like that,” she continued still in awe. “He ought to know what he is dealing with. That was the lesson he thought he was teaching me. Although, I have a feeling he was holding back.” “I did love watching him smash into that tree,” she said with a chuckle in her voice.
“So what next?” she looked at her watch, “it’s not too late yet”. “Lemme think… how about we go back to the dorm, maybe play some pool, or see if our gorgeous neighbors are still awake. How does that sound?” I proposed. “Sounds like fun to me,” she said bouncing with excess energy. “And uhm, can we forget about my momentary lapse in judgment?” I pleaded. “You mean that steamy hot kiss with Captain Fang? Already forgotten.”
Chapter Eight
Funny how obligations don’t pause when you have something serious going on. Like I still have classes to go to. I want to experience college, see what human girls my age do, but my life keeps interrupting my plans. Making it to class seems trivial while I am trying to figure out why a group of sociopathic vampires is attacking my classmates.
No, I don’t have a major, unless a major problem committing to something is a subject. Hell, it doesn’t seem like I can commit to having only one crush. Academically, I am interested in Biology, but also deeply interested in History, or maybe Political Science. Personally, I really like Finn, he is gorgeous and charming, but Grey is so…so…hot. Eh, I’m a freshman; I have some time to figure it out.
Anita on the other hand knows what she wants to do. She is going to major in Communications, because she wants to make use of her enhanced abilities (to influence people), and go into Public Relations. I hope someday to be as sure of myself as she is.
Ugh, and the issue of class attendance, well let’s just say it is a work in progress. I am still going to have to go to those if I want to stay in college long enough to consider this a life experience. Anita and I are not morning people. I mean hullo she is half vampire, which is why we relish that our first class doesn’t start until eleven. If we continue to have covert missions late at night, we might not even make the eleven o’clock class.
Our first class was World History in the Language and Literature building. If we walked out the back of our dorm we could be at the building (if we traveled at a normal human pace) in ten minutes or less. It would have been nice to make up time by teleporting, or running for Anita , but any humans would have been seriously disturbed by our sudden appearance in the building’s inner courtyard.
Ordinarily we walked to class with Finn and Dean, but we had gotten up late this morning. No surprise. We missed
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