As I walked into the room, I had the sense that I had already been there before – I had seen it in my mind. I automatically approached the teacher who was looking at me questioningly with my schedule in my hand, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.
The singing, the imagery, the complex thoughts were all gone, replaced by an intense sensation of burning agony. My eyes searched the room frantically to find the source of the screaming in my brain and just as a black wave of darkness closed over my mind, they locked on the most beautiful, piercing liquid gold eyes I had ever seen. By the ire and hostility they projected at me, I knew at that instant that I was inside her mind.
In the far regions of my consciousness I heard the teacher tell me to sit down. I noted with some shock that the only empty spot in the room belonged next to the girl who locked her gaze with mine in a way that made me feel that I could never look away. My legs moved forward and I lowered myself in the chair.
Using all my will, I tore my eyes away from her venomous look, and her thoughts assaulted me anew. With a fraction of my mind, I knew that most of the other students were still scrutinizing me and I struggled to compose myself. I cringed inwardly with the onslaught of the painful emotions that came in a torrential wave to crash upon me.
"The scent, the blood, the scent, the boy, he's mine, he's mine, I can't, I can't, it's agony, red, blood, his vein, he's mine, he's mine, I must have him, he's mine, he's mine, I can't…" Over and over these words filled my brain. The time went slowly then quickly, then slowly. I had no sense of it or of anything else in the room – the teachers, the students – I was only aware of one thing – the girl who sat next to me and the tortuous web of dark thoughts she unknowingly shared with me.
I was strangled by the war that raged in my brain and yet I was deeply aware of the girl's physical presence at my side. Even though I felt battered down, ravaged, and distracted to an unbearable level, I couldn't ignore that the creature who was only inches away from me was the most unbelievable looking girl I'd ever laid eyes on. She had luminous, creamy, pale skin that almost glowed against the black of her shirt. Her lips were full, deep pink perfect half-moons that were luscious and sensuous and entirely irresistible. But her eyes were by far her most striking feature – they were a unique amber color and slightly angled, giving her the impression of being feline – they were nearly animalistic.
I feared her thoughts, which were also somewhat animalistic in nature but I was inextricably attracted to her like I'd never before experienced. It was as though every thing about her, though threatening, was also drawing me in, seducing me so completely that I could think of nothing but her. Touching her. Kissing her. Undressing her and caressing every inch of her body.
When I felt like I could no longer stand the agony of sitting next to this girl who consumed my every thought and feeling for the entire hour of class, the bell rang and she flew from the room blindingly fast. And as soon as she was out of my near proximity, the voices, the thoughts in my head were finally silenced. I stood as though to leave the class and nearly fell from weakness as though all the energy had been sucked from my body and I summoned all my strength to keep from toppling over.
I walked through the hall as though in a daze, feeling as though perhaps it was all a dream. No girl like that could be real. And why could I hear her thoughts and sense her feelings and emotions? I had never experienced anything like that before and I couldn't believe that it was real. But what had happened?
Just as I had convinced myself that I seriously needed some psychological help I turned the corner and saw her. She was standing toward the exit at the end of the hallway and was about to walk through the door. But she had stopped and turned around and was looking directly at me. And then I heard it – her thoughts – I need to escape from here before I hurt him. But I want him so… And then she turned, her long mahogany hair swinging against her shoulders, and walked through the door.