"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Parks," Zachary said in a low voice. "I was cut off by some idiot out there and couldn't find a parking space."Ms. Parks smiled sweetly. "Not a problem, Mr. Davis. This time." The later was a warning. "Now," the sweet demeanor returned, "go take a seat." He nodded, then hurried to the vacant seat next to mine. This just kept getting better. I said nothing, but watched inconspicuously. I was 5'4", but he was much taller, 6'2" to be exact. My sense of measurement was perfect, having experience over the years. He had broad shoulders that fell to a narrow waist and hips. I could tell he had nice legs under his trousers and arms that bulged from over training and years of playing sports. His sun-streaked hair was cropped short on the sides and the back like in his picture, was parted inconspicuously toward the side and fell lazily over one eye. He wore tan khakis and a nice white dress shirt. A bit dressy for a student, but on him, the look was very becoming. And I

I really should watch pushing the minds of the elderly. I'm sure the effect would wear off, but, then again, he might spend the rest of his life happy as a lark. Well, at least the Mrs. will be happy. Alone, my body quivered, changing as my features distorted, then morphed until I was an exact replica of Mr. Hartrell. I should probably not be a student walking the halls between bells. They would think I was skipping class. I picked up my stashed backpack, walked into the school, and threw it in a vacant nearby locker. I'd go back for it later. That is, if it was still there. If not, I could track it down easily. I walked down the hallway looking into classrooms as I passed, looking for the moron with the car. I smiled as a petite, heavy-set teacher about four feet tall passed, her heels echoing loudly down the now vacant hall. Thinking I was Mr. Hartrell, she smiled nervously, then hurried on. So, the animosity wasn't only reserved for the students. I knew I had to find the moron wit

Annie quickly moved her things to the desk next to mine, then winked at me, smiling devilishly, reminding me of the old days. I couldn't help but smile back. I always liked Annie. She had an infectious smile and a fabulous personality, but she was always a bit of a wild child, even before becoming a vamp. And she was my best friend, before I turned her.***After Fredrick turned me, we became militia and fought with the regulars against the Red Coats. Fredrick and I became assets to the cause, as we could move in stealth without being detected, moving quickly, leaving the havoc we'd created behind. The Red Coats would only catch a glimpse of us and wondered if we were real. So they called us The Ghost. Rumors spread that it was only one man, but in reality, there were many of us that comprised The Ghost. Some brave human soldiers banned together with us, and together we helped turn the course of the war. Many men bravely fought and died by our sides, but this was before modern medi

In the classroom, I watched Annie, knowing our friendship had come full circle. In her eyes, I could still see my good friend Acantha from long ago. Annie's eyebrows drew together in concern. "What's wrong?" she asked in a low voice so as not to attract attention, but we could still hear the teacher if needed. Vamps could pay attention to many things at once. And as I looked in her eyes, I knew our friendship was still intact. "Nothing," I replied with a half smile. "Just thinking of the old days." Annie reached across the table and gently squeezed my hand. "Don't think about it." Then, she smiled her wickedly devilish smile I remembered. "But we had us some good times, now, didn't we?" She returned my answering smile. Suddenly, Mr. Harwood stopped his lecture and cleared his throat, "Ms. Miller ..." He came to stand in front of my desk, glaring at me. Bad mistake. Annie suppressed a smile as I turned to Mr. Harwood, giving him my sweetest smile. "Yes, Mr. Harwood?" I asked i

"What's so funny?" Zac said, his azure eyes dancing. I sighed, melting under his gaze, then turned my attention back to the food ... cafeteria food, that is. "Nothing," I said, smiling and almost laughed, then thought of something. "Hey, do they have any Mountain Dew?"Zac laughed, then replied. "In the soda machines in the back. We'll get some in a minute. You like Mountain Dew, huh?""You have no idea," I said, widening my eyes. "It's a weakness."Zac laughed, pulling a clear plastic salad container onto the tray for himself. I did the same. Then he slid the tray to the register and pulled out his wallet. "That's okay. I'll get mine," I said, stopping him. "I insist," Zac said, dazzling me with a smile. Then, he said in an aside, "Actually, I'm getting off easy. This isn't the Ritz, you know." He gestured around us in the cafeteria. I couldn't help but laugh. "Speaking of which," Zac added, a bit nervous. "Let me take you out to a real dinner, and maybe a movie, too? Say