After Chris left, I wandered about my house aimlessly, feeling restless. Unable to shake the weird forboding feeling, I did what every confused and lonely teenager does in times of trouble; signed onto instant messanger.

There was drama waiting for me, as always. For one thing, an old friend of mine had apparently heard of my new romance with Chris. He wasn't just jealous of my time spent with Chris and not him- he was jealous because last time he had checked, I had been a bit too lesbian to go out on a date with him. Besides him, some of my girlfriends, too, had started to notice something, and although none of them seemed angry with me, they certainly didn't hold back from teasing me about my sudden "change to the dark side," meaning heterosexuality. Their humor amused me- if they only knew how right they were- but at the same time, I was worried. Was I really spending too much time with Chris? And didn't I have to, if I was going to learn anything about the abilities my new body could give me?

Chris signed on soon enough, though, and I once again berated myself for worrying about the living, material world; these friendships would pass in time, and Chris was certainly more important. I didn't even tell him what anyone had said to me; after all, we had more important matters to discuss.

He had apparently been thinking it over on the way home, because when he messaged me he had a new theory; Lindsey was not a Hunter at all, but another Vampyre. This actually worried me more than the prospect of a Hunter had; part jealousy, part confusion, and part fear. What is another Vampyre doing in our small town? Why wasn't Chris able to sense her abilities before? Why did I feel so threatened by her? And what if she was a better Vampyre than me?

Chris had an answer for everything, of course, although I hardly asked him all the questions that were on my mind. He believed that Lindsey moved too quietly and gracefully to be a human, even a Hunter, and he too was surprised he had never noticed it before; he told me that the only explanation for that could be that she was an older, more experienced Vampyre than himself, and that she would be able to hide her identity from other Vampyres if she so chose. He explained to me that as a new Vampyre, I was likely to feel threatened by an older, wiser, stronger one, and that no matter her powers, he would protect me. There was one flaw in that plan, however; "I feel danger around her also, which means she has developed her powers more fully than me. I know what I can do, and I know what I still need to learn."

This gave me a slight shock. How could he expect me to learn from him when he himself did not fully understand what he was capable of? "What else would you need to learn?" I asked instead.

"I have only begun to understand how to transmutate into Nightwolves." I waited for him to explain, wondering what a nightwolf even was, for one thing. "I know the superstition says that vampyres must be Bats, and I know how to do that, but I prefer Nightwolves. When it is your time, I'll teach you how to transmutate, although if you choose an animal I'm not comfortable with it may take longer for me to be able to teach you. You'll have to start by learning how to become a Bat anyway," he added, before I could even ask the question. I didn't ask what sorts of animal forms were open to me; between Lindsey and the fact that I still couldn't walk as quietly as my Creator, I assumed I had enough to think about for one night.

After I signed off I went outside, where the air was cooler and clearer, and easier to think in. I was worried about Lindsey, worried about the abilities I had yet to learn, and now I had a new fear; what if Chris didn't know as much as I thought he did? I pushed that thought away quickly; as my only teacher, he deserved my absolute trust. I looked up at the night sky through the boughs of a tree by my house, and idly wished I could climb to the top so that I could watch the night without any branches obscuring the view. I smiled at that; I was a Vampyre now, wasn't I? Was anything really impossible?

The night sky was crystal clear, and although the uppermost branches were only twenty-five or thirty feet off the ground, it felt to me as if I was in another world. The worries I felt over Lindsey faded away as I watched the bats sweep across the moon, and thought of the day when I would be able to join them. Despite the dangers, I thought, this whole undead thing wasn't going to be all that bad.