Hunted

the chapter on concealment.” Neferet held the small class’s attention easily. She strode back and forth across the front of her room, looking regal and typically gorgeous in a long black dress trimmed in golden thread that looked like liquid metal. Her auburn hair was pulled back, and lovely curling tendrils of it escaped to frame her beautiful face. Her voice was refined and easy to listen to.
    She absolutely scared the bejeezus out of me.
    “So, I’ll want you to read this chapter on your own. Your assignment will be to document in a journal all of your dreams for the next five days. Often secret desires as well as abilities surface in our dreams. Before you go to sleep, I want you to focus on your reading and think about what concealment means to you. What dark secrets do you keep hidden from the world? Where would you go if no one could find you? What would you do if no one could see you?” She paused, looking at each student as she spoke. Some smiled at her shyly. Others looked away almost guiltily. All in all, the class showed more animation than any of the others I’d been in.
    “Brittney, darling, would you read aloud the section on page 432 on cloaking?”
    Brittney, a petite brunette, nodded, turned the pages, and began reading:

    CLOAKING

    Most fledglings are familiar with the inherent ability they have to cloak their presence to outsiders, i.e., humans. It is practiced by the fledgling tradition of sneaking off campus to perform rituals under the very eyes of the human community. But this is only a small taste of the ability a mature vampyre can command. Even those without affinities can call night to them and conceal their movements from the inadequate senses of the typical human.

    Here Neferet interrupted. “Part of what you will learn from this chapter is that any vampyre can move stealthily among humans, a skill which comes in handy because humans tend to be overly judgmental of our activities.”
    I was frowning down at the text, thinking that I couldn’t be the only fledgling to notice Neferet’s prejudice against humans, when her voice whiplashed at me from next to my desk.
    “Zoey. So nice of you to join a class that is more fitting for your abilities.”
    I looked slowly up into her frigid green eyes and tried to sound like any other fledgling. “Thank you. I’ve always liked Vamp Soc class.”
    She smiled, and suddenly reminded me of the creature in Alien, that totally freaky old movie with Sigourney Weaver and the really scary alien that ate people. “Excellent. Why don’t you read aloud the last paragraph on that page?”
    Glad that I had an excuse to duck my face, I looked down at my book, found the paragraph, and read:

    Fledglings should note that cloaking can be very taxing to their strength. It takes great powers of concentration to call and hold night for any protracted period of time. It is also important to understand that cloaking has its limitations. Some are as follows:
    1. It is a draining practice and can cause excessive weariness.
    2. Cloaking can only work with organic things, which is why it is easier to remain cloaked if one is skyclad (or naked).
    3. To attempt cloaking items like cars or motorcycles or even bicycles is an exercise in futility.
    4. As with all of our abilities, cloaking exacts a price. For some that price will be mild fatigue and a headache. For others it can be much worse.

    I came to the end of the page and glanced up at her.
    “That will be quite enough, Zoey. So, tell me, what did you just learn?” Her eyes bored into mine.
    Well, actually, I’d just learned that my friends and I wouldn’t be escaping from the House of Night using the Hummer unless we somehow got permission to leave campus. I didn’t say that, though. Instead, I tried to look studious and said, “That cars and houses and such can’t be cloaked from humans.”
    “Or vampyres,” she added in a firm voice that the uninformed (or the body-snatched) might think was concerned and teacherly. “Don’t ever forget other vampyres will see through the cloaking of inorganic materials, too.”
    “I’ll remember,” I said solemnly. And I would.

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    CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

    I had fencing class before lunch and couldn’t have been happier. Okay, well, that’s an overstatement. I could have been happier if my friends and I were about a bazillion miles away from the House of Night, Neferet, and Kalona. Since that didn’t seem very possible, especially after Vamp Soc and