Tristan sat down and took out his notes, pretending to pore over them as he always did. His mind, however, was nowhere near the letters on the page or the chatter in the classroom. It was with each member of his "study group", following them to their classes and assignments, wishing them all the luck he could.
"Good morning, Tristan." He looked up to see Destiny, smiling down at him. "Still too busy for my study group?"
He smiled ruefully, hoping it didn't look too forced. "Afraid so. Good luck, though."
"Thanks." She didn't stop smiling, but the smile changed. It wasn't friendly and polite anymore. It had turned cold, almost predatory, and her voice held volumes of implication. "We'll need it."
She sat and got out her own notes. Tristan watched her out the corner of his eye, focusing on the distortion more felt than seen. She'd taken pains to try and hide her ability from him: that was obvious in fleeting images, muffled sounds, and vague sensations. But ultimately her efforts failed. Tristan's ability to discover was greater than her ability to deceive.
A presence, lurking in darkness and silence. It stole something green and bright, drained it away and consumed it. Tristan shivered.
Destiny Hunt was a vampire.
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