Marked

until, eventually, you will feel very little for them. You'll understand this more as you continue to Change.”
    There was a cold flatness to her voice that made me feel odd, and I heard myself saying, "I don't want to stop caring about my grandma.”
    "Of course you don't.” She was back to being warm and caring again. "It's only nine P.M., why don't you call her? You can be late to Drama class; I'll let Professor Nolan know that you are excused.”
    "Thank you, I'd like that. But it's not what I wanted to talk to you about." I took a deep breath. "I drank blood last night.”
    Neferet nodded. "Yes, the Dark Daughters often mix fledgling blood with their ritual wine. It's something the young like to do. Did it upset you greatly, Zoey?”
    "Well, I didn't know about it until afterward. Then, yes, it did upset me.”
    Neferet frowned. "It wasn't ethical of Aphrodite not to tell you before. You should have had a choice about partaking. I'll speak with her.”
    "No!" I said a little too quickly, and then I forced myself to sound calmer. "No, there's really no need. I'll take care of it. I've decided to join the Dark Daughters, so I don't want to start off by looking like I set out to get Aphrodite in trouble.”
    "You're probably right. Aphrodite can be rather temperamental, and I trust that you can take care of it yourself, Zoey. We do like to encourage fledglings to solve the problems they have with each other among themselves whenever possible." She studied me, concern obvious in her face. "It's normal for the first few tastes of blood to be less than appetizing. You'd know that if you had been with us longer.”
    "It's not that. It―it tasted really good. Erik told me that mine was an unusual reaction.”
    Neferet's perfect brows shot up. "It is, indeed. Did you also feel dizzy or exhilarated?”
    "Both," I said softly.
    Neferet glanced at my Mark. "You are unique, Zoey Redbird. Well, I think it would be best to pull you out of this section of Sociology, and move you into a Sociology 415.
    "I'd really rather you didn't do that," I said quickly. "I already feel like enough of a freak with everyone staring at my Mark and watching to see if I'll do something weird. If you move me into a class with kids who have been here for three years, they'll really think I'm bizarre.”
    Neferet hesitated, scratching Nala's head while she considered.
    "I understand what you mean, Zoey. I haven't been a teenager for over one hundred years, but vampyres have long, accurate memories, and I do recall what it was like to go through the Change.” She sighed. "Okay, how about a compromise? I'll allow you to stay in the third former Soc class, but I want to give you the text we use in the upper-level class, and have you agree to read a chapter a week, and promise that you'll discuss any questions you have with me.”
    "Deal," I said.
    "You know, Zoey, as you Change, you literally are becoming an entirely new being. A vampyre is not a human, although we are humane. It may sound reprehensible to you now, but your desire for blood is as normal for your new life as your desire for"―she paused and smiled―"brown pop has been in your old life.”
    "Jeesh! Do you know everything?”
    "Nyx has gifted me generously. Besides my affinity for our lovely felines and my abilities as a healer, I am also an intuitive.”
    "You can read my mind?" I asked nervously.
    "Not exactly. But I can pick up bits and pieces of things. For instance, I know that there's something else you need to tell me about last night.”
    I drew a deep breath. "I was upset after I found out about the blood, so I ran out of the rec hall. That's how I found Nala. She was in a tree that was real close to the school's wall. I thought she was stuck up there, so I climbed up on the wall to get her and, well, while I was talking to her two kids from my old school found me.”
    "What happened?" Neferet's hand had stilled; she was no longer petting Nala, and I had all of her attention.
    "It wasn't good. They―they were wasted, high and drunk." Okay, I hadn't meant to blurt that!
    "Did they try to hurt you?”
    "No, nothing like that. It was my ex–best friend and my almost-ex-boyfriend.”
    Neferet raised her brow at me again.
    "Well, I'd quit going out with him, but he and I still had a thing for each other.”
    She nodded as though she understood. "Go on.”
    "Kayla and I kinda fought. She sees me differently now and I guess I see her differently, too. Neither one of us likes the