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persons flanked him.
Two men stuck together, side by side. One was huge (the word domineering came to mind) with midnight-black
skin, but his hair was blond, and his almond eyes were silver. He was dressed
strangely as well, wearing a turquoise blazer that somehow fit his large frame,
as well as dark slacks and a white turtleneck. He looked just as strange and
out of place as the first man.
    As for his companion, he was not
nearly as overbearing in appearance. He looked a little frightening in a black
muscle tee that embellished a very strong body coupled with baggy, black pants,
showing off a long, silver knife attached to his hip. His black hair was
closely shaven, and his hair matched his equally dark eyes, which looked
intensely predatorial. His fair skin nearly glowed in the moonlight. His facial
features were strong, Roman-like with his defined nose and cheekbones. He was
all angles and no soft spots. His dark eyes were piercing, obsidian pools that
could draw you in like a moth to the flame. That was when Seph noticed that he
was staring at her. He was staring right at her.
    She quivered a moment, shaking the
tree branches infinitesimally. However, this slight movement seemed to catch
the eye of his much larger companion. He turned and stared directly at her as
well. How could they see her? She was hidden in the shadows nearly five hundred
yards away from them, but she knew with absolute certainty that they were
staring directly at her. Not in her general direction but at her.
    She needed to move. They weren ’ t chasing her yet, but they would be
soon. Why else would they be there? They could be vampire hunters, for all she
knew, with their strange clothes and long knives. Slipping to the ground
silently, she whisked away into the darkness of the trees. Who were those
people? How could they see her? Then again, how could she see them? How did she
get back to the house in about five minutes when she had been two miles away
before that? She wasn ’ t that good of a runner. How had she
run two miles without noticing? No huffing and puffing? Maybe she was a
vampire… To be a vampire… that entailed drinking blood, like Nate ’ s blood. It had tasted so good.
Right and wrong all at the same time. Poor Nate though. How could she have done
that to him? He had liked it, but he probably was not going to like it when he
woke up. He was going to have a huge headache and twin fang marks in his neck
permanently. If he woke up the next day…
    As a new vampire, she should go to
that school. Zephyr Hall… It was where you were supposed to go if you ever
suddenly started moving things with your mind, morphing into a wolf, or hey,
drinking blood. How was she supposed to get to Zephyr Hall though? She was not
even sure where it was. No one was certain of its whereabouts. You could only
get there if you wanted to be there and were something extraordinary. Well, she
wanted to find it, and she was definitely different, but also, what was that
last catch… Oh yea, you had to have already been there to find it; otherwise,
you needed an escort. Where did one obtain an escort to Monster Academy? Were
they in the yellow pages or something? She sincerely doubted that too.
    Immersed in her own thoughts, she
stumbled into a clearing. She did not notice something else was in the clearing
with her until it was too late. She gasped, and the creature whirled around. It
was hideous and magnificent all at once. The creature was in fact a beautiful,
golden-haired, wolf-human thing. It was big, about six feet, but it had huge
arms and stood up on its wolfish hind legs. Its snout was pronounced, and its
humongous golden orbs for eyes reflected the pregnant moon eerily. A werewolf…
The woods were just chockfull of magical creatures tonight.
    A deep rumbling growl emerged from
its throat, covering the brief expanse of open meadow between them to roil all
around her, like smoke threatening fire. A drizzle slowly descended upon them,
two ethereal