Saturday, March 20, 2010

Pepperoni Pizza and Progress Reports

Wednesday was pizza day. Tristan wasted no time getting his lunch and heading outside. Chira sat up and chirred as he approached, and he rubbed her muzzle. "Good girl, Chira. Good stay."

Within ten minutes, the rest of the study group had come outside and sat under a tree. Chira nosed at the tree limbs, but a soft command from Tristan made her flop to the ground behind him. He rubbed her head and said, "Jared, I don't think these things are stupid. I started training Chira last night and she's made more progress than my dog did in a month."

Jared shrugged and gave his salad to the creature in question. "Maybe she's one of the smarter ones."

"Tristan, I talked to Thomas," Allison said. "He told me he's busy after school, but he wouldn't tell me why."

Around the circle, same story. Everyone was busy, and they wouldn't say why. Tristan sighed. "We have to keep trying. Destiny's not suspicious, she's dangerous."

"What do you mean?" Megan asked.

"I mean that she's some sort of vampire."

Kyle frowned. "Is that why she doesn't have a lunch?"

"Most likely." Tristan stood to throw away his tray. "Everyone, stay away from her. She doesn't eat blood, she eats life energy. I don't know if she needs to touch you or if she just needs to be close by, but I know she doesn't need fangs to kill you.

"Do I make myself clear?"

After a moment of hesitation, they all nodded. "Good. After school, go straight to the parking lot. We'll head to my house and figure out what to do next."

He left the others to their lunch, already turning the pieces over in his mind. He hadn't told them everything. Maybe he should have, but he'd made his decision. He'd seen each of the others in the hallways, and knew what each could do. Only two were directly dangerous, but only one was truly harmless. The real threat was Destiny; she could kill any of them if she wanted to, and not in a way that could be discovered or even understood.

With her in the school, was anyone safe?

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