Chapter 2

Three months later after Cindy Brady has started college.

Cindy Brady was happy with going to college although the only person she knew here was her brother Bobby.

Finally, she thought, I will have my revenge. She was cautious, but on this campus, she knew she could breathe with some freedom. There were night students and she could blend in with them.

The nightwalker had found a building, suitable to serve as her lair. It appeared to be an ordinary building and anyone would think it was simply a home. She had placed only one mirror in the residence: in the bathroom where guests could check their appearance without chancing they might notice her lack of reflection.

At the college she noticed there were several discussion groups who met regularly. That inspired her plans: to make her lair a place for varying groups to meet and talk on a weekly basis. In this way, she could take part without raising suspicion.

She spread the word around the campus that her home was available for evening discussions on topics ranging from politics to current social trends. She was very specific in that she would not tolerate alcohol; she was careful enough to understand that if things became exciting, the sound of rushing heartbeats and the smell of blood might drive her into a frenzy; no sense risking that so soon.

She had her first group discussing modern-day politics. She made some effort to keep her attention focussed on the debate and even made an effort to contribute something here and there. She didn't want to draw attention so when feeding became necessary she chose gang members since the only trouble would be among the gangs themselves, but, oh, she thought, the wasted blood.

She finally had the group she wanted and tracked Cindy all evening. She asked her questions and stored her responses in memory. She would wait before pouncing, knowing if she pounced too soon, it could lead back to her.

Her opportunity finally came a month later when she asked Cindy for some help on a paper; a fraud of course. She would make certain she never reached her home; late at night on a lonely street Cindy had chills but a quick search revealed nothing, no threat that she could discern. Unfortunately, she did not look up, because that was where the danger was.

She was taken to the ground and immobilized before she had time to feel fear. That was when the real terror began.