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really hurt
her! If any of them had hit her… She had some pretty sharp reflexes. Too sharp.
She would never have normally been able to catch a flying dish aimed at her
head. Dodge it, yes, but catch it? That was a bit much…
    She clenched her arm a little
harder, hoping to deaden the pain by cutting off the blood flow. She was
leaving a trail of blood behind her. Any decent tracker would be able to follow
her, and Bill did love to hunt. Even an indecent tracker would be able to
follow her at this rate. Maybe he wouldn ’ t
follow her. If not for the fact that she had almost been like a daughter to
him, maybe for the fact that she was scary right now. She felt scary. She felt
like a monster… No time to reflect on that. She fervently hoped that Nate would
survive, but somehow, she knew that if the ambulance was a good one and got him
to the hospital in time, he would be all right. She could hear the ambulance
arriving just two miles away. They were loading Nate up now. She hadn ’ t taken enough to kill him though.
How did she know that?!
    The wind threw her hair all about
as a storm picked up. There was no rain yet, but as she looked up at the
roiling clouds, she knew it was coming. Seph paused a moment, still clutching
her arm although she was fairly certain it wasn ’ t bleeding anymore. She could no longer feel that hot
warm trickle over her fingers. What was she supposed to do with a gunshot
wound?! She never thought she would need that knowledge! Studying her arm, she
watched in awe as the bullet hole began to sizzle. The bullet slowly wheedled
itself out, plopping to the earth. It glinted in the light of the full moon.
Then the wound sealed itself up, and her skin was as smooth as ever. What… Was
she really becoming a… She could not complete that thought.
    She should go back to the house.
She wasn ’ t about to enter that house, but she
needed to see what they were going to do, who they were going to call, if they
were going to come after her. Within five minutes, she had covered the two
miles back to the house and was now lurking in a tree not far from her previous
home. She could see into the kitchen amazingly well. Bill and Janette were
pacing back and forth, back and forth. Janette was hysterical and screaming so
loud. Bill was silently gripping his gun with crazy eyes. None of the kids were
in sight. Glancing upwards, she noticed lights on and shadows moving in the
upstairs rooms, curtains drawn. They must have sent them all to bed. No doubt
they were all severely traumatized with the sight of their foster brother being
taken away, bleeding, all because of their crazy foster sister who had taken
off running into the woods after snacking on him like he was a candy bar or
something. They had to be even more confused than she was (she doubted that).
    Janette had called her a vampire. A
vampire? Vampires were real. Everybody knew that. Vampires and werewolves and
witches and wizards, they all did exist. They actually had a school for them,
nicknamed Monster Academy by the normals. Even the students attending the
school called it that apparently, or so rumor had it. What was the real name of
the school? Zephyr Hall? Yea, that was it…
    Headlights flashed in the now
complete darkness, and she ducked down further in the boughs of the tree. It
was a sleek car, a Jaguar, jet-black. It pulled up smoothly in front of the
house, and several individuals stepped out of it. The first man to step out was
a little on the short side. He had long, salt-and-pepper hair and a jutting
chin. With a defined widow ’ s peak and incredibly deep eyes that
were a resilient green-gold in color, he looked very imperious. His brows
drooped over his eyes like his moustache drooped over his mouth. His nose was
long and craggy, possibly broken once or twice. He looked very dignified,
somehow, and wore a silver trench coat over his all black attire. He made his
way regally to the front door and knocked with a short rap.
    Several other