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But the teacher asks me to stay behind when the bell rings。 This bothers me； I wish to use this time to speak to Ray。 I watch as he leaves the room with Pat。 He glances over his shoulder at me just before he goes out of sight。 Mr。 Castro taps his desk； wanting my attention。
〃Is there something wrong？〃 I ask him。
〃I hope not；〃 Mr。 Castro says。 〃I am concerned； however； that we get off to a good start。 That each of us understands where the other is ing from。〃
I stare at him； not strongly enough to cause him to wilt； but enough to make him squirm。 〃I believe I understand exactly where you're ing from；〃 I say。
He is annoyed。 〃Oh； and where is that？〃
I can smell alcohol on his breath； from the previous night； and alcohol from the night before that； and the night before that。 He is only thirty； but the circles under his eyes indicate his liver is close to seventy。 His tough stance is only an image； his hands shake as he waits for me to respond。 His eyes are all over my body。 I decide to ignore his question。
〃You think I have a bad attitude；〃 I say。 〃Honestly； I am not what you think。 If you knew me you would appreciate my understanding of history and 。。。〃 I let my voice trail off。 〃Other things。〃
〃What grade are you hoping to get in this class？〃
His question makes me laugh； it is so ridiculous。 I lean over and give his cheek a pinch； a hard one that makes him jump。 He's lucky I don't do the same to his crotch。 〃Why； Mr。 Castro； I'm sure you're going to give little old Lara just about any grade she wants； don't you think？〃
He tries to brush my hand away； but of course it is already gone。 〃Hey！ You better watch it； miss。〃
I giggle。 〃I'll be watching you； Mr。 Castro。 Just to make sure you don't die of drink before the semester's over。 I've got to get that good grade； you know。〃
〃I don't drink；〃 he protests feebly as I walk away。
〃And I don't give a damn about my grade；〃 I say over my shoulder。
I fail to catch Ray before my next class starts； which I do not share with him。 Seems my pseudo guardian was unable to match my schedule exactly to Ray's。 I sit through fifty minutes of trigonometry； which naturally I know almost as well as history。 I manage to refrain from alienating the teacher。
The next period I don't have with Ray either； although I know fourth period we will be together in biology。 Third is P。E。 and I have brought blue shorts and a white T…shirt to wear。 The girlfriend； Pat McQueen； has the locker beside mine and speaks to me as we undress。
〃Why did Castro ask you to stay behind？〃 she asks。
〃He wanted to ask me out。〃
〃He likes the girls； that guy。 What did you think of Ray？〃
Pat is not excessively paranoid； but she is trying to ascertain where I am ing from。 〃I think he needs lots of love；〃 I say。
Pat is not sure what to think of that； so she laughs。 〃I give him more than he can handle。〃 She pauses； admiring my momentarily naked body。 〃You know； you really are incredibly beautiful。 You must have guys hitting on you all the time。〃
I pull on my shorts。 〃I don't mind。 I just hit them back。 Hard。〃
Pat smiles； a bit nervously。
Phys ed is currently educating the boys and girls of Mayfair in the rudiments of archery。 I am intrigued。 The class is coed and the bow and arrow in my hands bring back old memories。 Perhaps； though； the ancient memory of Arjuna； Krishna's best friend and the greatest archer of all time； is not one I should stir。 For Arjuna killed more vampires than any other mortal。
All with one bow。
All in one night。
All because Krishna wished it so。
Pat follows me out onto the field； but tactfully separates herself from me as we select our equipment。 I have already spooked her； and I don't think that is bad。 I wear strong sunglasses； gray tinted。 As I gather my bow and arrows； an anemic…looking young man with thick glasses and headphones speaks to me。
〃You're new； aren't you？〃 he asks。
〃Yes。 My name is Lara Adams。 Who are you？〃
〃Seymour Dorsten。〃 He offers his hand。 〃Pleased to meet you。〃
My flesh encloses his； and I know instantly that this young man will be dead in less than a year。 His blood is sick…how can the rest of his body not be？ I hold on to his hand a moment too long； and he stares at me quizzically。
〃You are strong；〃 he says。
I smile and let go of him。 〃For a girl？〃
He rubs his hand on his side。 His illness has startled me。 I have bruised him。 〃I suppose；〃 he says。
〃What kind of name is Seymour？ It makes you sound like a nerd。〃
He likes my forthright manner。 〃I've always hated it。 My mother gave it to me；〃
〃Change it when you get out of high school。 Change it to Marlboro or Slade or Bubba or something like that。 And lose those glasses。 You should be wearing contacts。 I bet your mother even buys your clothes。〃
I am a revelation to Seymour。 He laughs。 〃She does。 But since I am a nerd； shouldn't I look the part？〃
〃You think you're a nerd because you think you're so smart。 I'm a lot smarter than you and I look great。〃 I gesture to our bows and arrows。 〃Where should we shoot these things？〃
〃I think it would be best if we shot them at the targets；〃 he says wisely。
So that's what we do。 A few minutes later we are at one end of the football field sending our arrows flying toward the targets that have been arranged in a neat row on the fifty…yard line。 I impress Seymour when I hit the bull's…eye three times in a row。 He is further impressed when we go to remove the arrows from the target and they are stuck in so deep he has to use all his strength to pull them out。 He does not know that I could have split the shaft of my first arrow with the next two if I had wished。 I am showing off； I know； and it is probably not the wisest thing to do； but I don't care。 My mood this day is frivolous。 My first day of high school。 First happy thoughts about Ray and Pat and now I have taken an immediate liking to Seymour。 I help him pull the arrows from the target。
〃You have shot before；〃 he says。
〃Yes。 I was trained by a master marksman。〃
He pulls out the last arrow and almost falls to the ground as it es loose。 〃You should be in the Olympics。〃
I shrug as we walk back toward the goal posts。 〃I have no interest；〃 I say。
Seymour nods。 〃I feel the same way about mathematics。 I'm great at it； but it bores me to death。〃
〃What does interest you？〃
〃Writing。〃
〃What do you like to write？〃
〃I don't know yet。 The strange and unusual fascinates me。〃 He pauses。 〃I read a lot of horror books。 Do you like horror？〃
〃Yes。〃 I start to make a joke of his question； something about how close it is to my heart； but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me。 The feeling startles me； for I haven't had it in centuries。 The sensation is intense； I put a hand to my head to steady myself； while searching for the source of it。 Seymour reaches out to help； and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin。 I am not sure of the nature of his disease； but I have a good idea what it is。
〃Are you all right？〃 he asks me。
〃Yes。〃 A cool film of sweat has gathered on my forehead； and I wipe it away。 My sweat is clear； not tinted pink； as it bees when I drink large quantities of human blood。 The sun burns bright in the sky arid I lower my head。 Seymour continues to watch me。 Suddenly I feel as if he has e so close to me his body is actually overlapping mine。 Like the deja vu； I do not like the sensation。 I wonder if I have developed a greater sensitivity to the sun。 I have not been out like this； at midday； in many years。
〃I feel as if I've met you before；〃 he says softly； puzzled。
〃I feel the same way；〃 I say honestly； the truth of the matter finally striking me。 Already I have said how I can sense emotions； and that is true。 The ability came to me slowly as the centuries of my life passed。 At first I assumed it was because of my intense observatory faculties； and I still feel that is part of it。 Yet I can sense a person's feelings even without studying them closely； and the ability baffles me to this day because it suggests a sense that is nonphysical； which I am not yet ready to accept。
I am not alone with this ability。 Over time I have met the occasional human who was as sensitive as I。
Indeed； I have killed several of them because they alone could sense what I was； or rather； what I was not。 Not human。 Something else； they would tell their friends； something dangerous。 I killed them； but I did not want to because they alone could understand me。 I sense now that Seymour is one of these humans。 The feeling is further confirmed when once more I pick up my bow and arrow and aim at the target。 For my vision is distracted。 Mr。 Castro stands in the distance behind the school gymnasium； talking to a perky blond。 Talking and touching…obviously making a move on the young thing。 The teacher is perhaps three hundred yards distant； but for me； with a bow in my strong arms； he is within range。 As I toy with my next arrow； I think that I can shoot him in the chest and no one will know…or believe…that it was really me who killed him。 I can make it so that even Seymour doesn't see where the arrow flies。 Killing Mr。 Riley two nights earlier has awakened in me the desire to kill again。 Truly； violence does beget violence； at le