Chapter 6 -- Physics And...Vampires?

Kyra walked towards her dorm room, listening to the other girls around her. "Have you seen the new physics prof? He's a way better teacher than old bore Markey."

"And cute! Did you see his butt?"

Kyra ran her tongue out and gagged. She'd been hearing this stuff ever since Markey had decided to extend his vacation through the end of the semester. No, she'd started hearing it when he got there. She got into her room, grabbed her training bag and headed back out.

It was going to be another long night. Tommy had said there were vampires getting ready to rise, six or eight of them, and it was up to her and the other Potential in the area, Nora, to slay them.

Bloody good on them.

She caught a glimpse of the Doctor, struggling through five or six different college girls, all of them giggling and asking for tutoring.

"No, no, not right now. I'm not that kind of professor. I'm just here for the semester. Go find a jock!" he snapped finally, and plowed through.

Kyra offered a cheery wave.

"You could've helped."

"Aw, but you're just so cute, you are," she said.

"Professor Smith," the Dean boomed behind them. "You should know it's against the rules to fraternize with students."

"It's all right, Dean Harris," Kyra said. "He's my godfather."

The Dean frowned. "You didn't say you had family attending on your application."

"I didn't know," he said. "I'd heard she'd been accepted to colleges in the States."

"I was accepted to colleges in the States," Kyra said dryly.

"Well, see then?" he asked. "I was right. Besides, I have to be able to mentor my new favorite student."

"Yeah, I'm just his favorite 'cause I'm good at physics."

"Actually, she's very...adept at physics. I'm not sure if there's anything else I can teach her. I'm not sure if there's anything else anyone can teach her on the subject."

"That's the problem with Miss Roarke," the Dean boomed. "She's at the top of all of her classes. Sometimes, she just picks up the homework and turns it in -- flawless. Only shows up for the labs."

"Well, she passes those, doesn't she? Shouldn't be a problem if she's making the grades."

"The homework, the labs, the classes, those aren't the problem," the Dean said, smiling at her. "She's the perfect student. Someone we don't have to actually teach. I'm just afraid she's wasting her time."

"Fillin' it, at least," Kyra replied.

"Yes, but even though she's got the smarts, she still needs the degrees. Nobody these days actually hires on just smarts. You need to have the paperwork, unfortunately."

"Did school bore you as well, Professor?" the Dean asked.

"Oh, to tears."

"I'm not alone," Kyra said.

"There's more than one of you?" the Dean asked. "Frightening. Thankfully, we only get one at a time, or the place would fall down around our ears."

"Yes, which I had a question for you, actually. What is the policy on...meting out curriculum that's not on the books?"

"Mostly? Don't ask, don't tell."

"Good policy. Great policy. I'm in the knowledge of some physics that aren't in the books, and I'm quite curious about how she'd do. But I didn't want to do anything without your permission."

"Off the record? Miss Roarke will probably stun and amaze you. On the record? You never asked, I never said. Don't blow anything up. Good day."

"What kinda physics?" Kyra asked suspiciously.

"Meet me after...where are you going?"

"Slayin'."

"What?"

"Slaying. To slay the slayees."

"Oh. That." He paused, thought. "Mind if I tag along?"

"Nope. Tommy'll have a calf, though."

"Oh, Tommy'll be fine."

"Yeah, it's probably Robson I'd be worried about."

"Robson?"

"Nora's Watcher."

TBC