Hunted

that the classes were not boring. And even among the totally not boring professors, Penthasilea stood out. She’d captivated me in the first sixty seconds of the first day I’d sat in her class by saying that we were going to read Walter Lord’s A Night to Remember , a book about the sinking of the Titanic. That was cool enough, but add to that the fact that Prof P had actually been living in Chicago when the ship sank, and she remembered tons of amazing details about not just the people on the ship but what life had been like in the early 1900s, and you have an excellent class.
    I looked up from my totally boring worksheets to where she was sitting at her desk, bloblike, staring stone-faced at her computer screen. Her charisma in class today would definitely fall on the South Intermediate High School crap teacher scale at about the level of Mrs. Fosster, who consistently got the prize for the Worst English Teacher Ever, and had been called Queen of Worksheets or Umpa Lumpa, depending on whether she was wearing her M&M blue muumuu or not.
    Professor Penthasilea had definitely been changed into a pod person.
    Spanish class was next. Not only was Spanish II insanely too hard for me (hell, Spanish I had been too hard for me!), but Prof Garmy had turned into a nonteacher. Where before the class had been immersion, which means basically all the talking was in Spanish and not English, now she flitted around the room nervously, helping kids write the description of the picture she’d put up on the Smart Board of a bunch of cats, er, gatos getting all tangled in string, um, hilo —or whatever. (I seriously don’t have many Spanish skills.) Her vamp tattoos looked like feathers, and she’d reminded me of a little Spanish bird before. Now she looked and acted like a neurotic sparrow, flitting from kid to kid and getting ready to have a nervous breakdown.
    Pod professor number two.
    But I would have chosen to stay in Prof Garmy’s confusing Spanish class all day if it could have kept me from going to my third-hour class, Advanced Vampyre Sociology, taught by—you guessed it—Neferet.

    Since day one at the House of Night, I’d resisted being put in an advanced level of Vampyre Sociology. At first it was because I’d wanted to fit in. I hadn’t wanted to be known as the weird third former (or freshman) kid who’d been stuck in a sixth former (or senior) class because she was so “special.” I mean, barf.
    Well, it hadn’t taken me very long to figure out that there was just no way for me to stay incognito. Since then I’d been learning to deal with my specialness and the responsibilities (and embarrassments) that go with it. But it didn’t matter how hard I’d talked to myself about the Vamp Soc being just another class, I was still majorly nervous going into it.
    Of course, knowing Neferet would be the teacher didn’t help at all.
    I came in, found a desk near the back of the class, and proceeded to hunker down in my seat, trying to impersonate one of those sloth-like kids who slept their lives away, waking up only to move from class to class, leaving a slug trail of yawns and bright pink spots on their foreheads.
    My sloth impersonation might have worked had Neferet turned into a pod professor. Sadly, she hadn’t. Neferet was glowing with power and what would appear to those less well informed as happiness. I recognized it as gloating. Neferet was a bloated spider, radiating her victory over everyone’s head she had bitten off, delighted to be contemplating more carnage.
    As a side note: Darius would be really pleased at my retention of the vocab words he’d been using around me.
    Besides the fact that she seemed spiderlike to me, I noticed Neferet, again, wasn’t wearing the insignia of Nyx, a goddess embroidered in silver with her hands raised and cupping a crescent moon. Instead, she was wearing a gold chain from which hung wings carved from a pure black stone. I wondered, not for the first time, why no one seemed to notice she was totally twisted. I also wondered why no one noticed the way she radiated a dark energy that filled the space around her like the air right before a lightning strike.
    “Today’s lesson is going to focus on an aspect of abilities that only a vampyre, or sometimes an advanced fledgling, can use. So you won’t need your Fledgling Handbooks at the moment, unless you’d like to make additional notes in the physiology section. Please open your texts to page 426, which is