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handsome weirdo who happened to sneak into my room—maybe while Tyreen and I were in class across campus. I felt incredibly foolish for assuming something as outlandish as a vampire had visited me. I had almost convinced myself that I had simply tripped over my shoes and hit my neck somehow. It really bummed me out that my birthday celebration plans got botched like that.
    Now I wasn’t so sure what happened. Garvan might be more than what I passed him off as. Regardless of anything else, I had to accept the reality that he might’ve saved my life.
    “Well… are you going to say something or just let me carry on like this by myself?” said Tyreen, when all I could do was shake my head. “It really could’ve been
you
, you know!”
    “When did the murder take place?” There, I said something.
    “Johnny said the police don’t know the exact time, but I’m sure it happened after we came to check on you,” she said, pausing to take a deep breath. She was regaining her composure.
    “Did the police say how it happened?”
    Tyreen shook her head, and patted me on the shoulder, letting me know she was ready to get up.
    “No… just that the girl was attacked and killed.” She gathered her purse and backpack and headed toward the door. “Are you coming? We can talk about this later. I’m sure we’ll learn a lot more as the day goes on.”
    “I’m sure you’re right,” I agreed. Really, I didn’t want to speculate any further, as my head already swam with a plethora of questions. Concentration during my morning classes, English Lit and Poli-Sci, would present enough of a challenge. “Let’s go eat.”



rma Goizane. That was the victim’s name
.
    Strange name, like mine, and like Ybarra
, Goizane is Basque.
    Tall, slender, light skin, dark hair, and green eyes—she looked a lot like me. Not as athletic as me, perhaps, which is probably the reason she couldn’t fend off her attacker. Her throat was torn out so viciously that her head was barely attached to her body. You would expect her body to be in a pool of blood with that kind of wound, but there was hardly any at the crime scene. The police thought it meant she was killed somewhere else. However, I know now that she died exactly where they found the body.
     
    “Thank God you got sick last night, Txema,” said Tyreen, once we had all the information about the victim and what happened to her. “I’m really scared. It could’ve really been
you
!”
    Johnny nodded in agreement, thoughtful, as if afraid now to reveal anything to further upset us. I wasn’t angry, or even really scared. Just saddened for this girl named Irma. I thought again about Garvan’s warning last night, although not for long. Realizing it would only lead to many more unanswerable questions, I forced myself to think about my afternoon Lit assignment instead.
    “But it wasn’t me. I’m
really
sad for her and I just hope they catch whoever did this quickly before they hurt somebody else. Are you coming with me to the library?”
    I picked my backpack up off the cafeteria table and as I did the flap on the outer pocket opened, scattering the things in it—spare change, my driver’s license and student id, and a couple of small packets of aspirin—across the table and floor.
    “You’ve got to get a new pack, girl.”
    Tyreen helped me pick up the things that had fallen out. The last item she handed me was a small charm bracelet my grandmother had given me. The clasp on it had broken a couple of weeks back, and I kept meaning to fix it, but forgetting. I did a quick check of the charms and they all seemed there. My favorite was an old black and white portrait of my grandmother from when she was a girl about my age. She looked enough like me that people often asked if it was me in the picture. I put it back in the outer pocket and zipped it again. The teeth started to split again almost immediately, so I made sure to be extra careful as I slung it over my shoulder.
    “I hope