Shadow Worlds and Chaos Lights

I SPOKE with him today.

I know it's about time; I've been keeping an eye out since the first time I saw him.

Back then, I thought that he had to be one of them; there was no other explanation. He was too beautiful to be mortal, at least I thought so, and he had had what seemed like a corona around him that didn't look mortal at all.

However, I've realized my mistake; he has shown none of the weaknesses that they have, and the more I observed him, the more human he seemed to be. So, I decided to do the final test; confront him and get the up-close-and-personal observation done.

I spoke with him, just before the class began this morning; I was armed of course with a stake and the ceremonial dagger, just in case he somehow had faked everything to fool me into believing he was safe.

I found him sitting on a bench looking tired and confused, maybe even a little scared. He wasn't faking it, I'm sure, so I asked him about what was going on.

Kind of silly I know, but I thought maybe he wasn't one of them himself, but simply connected to them in some way, I have heard of their so-called servants and that sometimes they get to drink their undead master's blood as a sign of gratification. Perhaps that's was why he looked so nonhuman to me, or maybe one of them had hurt him and that was why he looked so scared.

I never thought he would actually answer me. They keep their secrets buried deep, but he opened his mouth (did I by the way say that he has gorgeous lips. I better leave that out of my final report) and he began to speak, and then... The school bell started to ring, and we had to leave for class. How frustrating!

During the entire class time this morning, I couldn't pay attention at all. I was far too busy watching him, thinking about him, daydreaming about talking to him some more and finding out what he's hiding. I had to fake taking notes as soon as he even glanced in my direction just so he wouldn't catch me looking at him. I better start paying attention, or I'll get bad grades; that would make my brother upset, but I tell you, it's not easy to be both a hunter and a top student. Better leave this part out of the report, too.

Then at lunch something happened.

He disappeared so quickly after class ended that I lost track of him. I know, never lose track of the suspect, but I couldn't exactly run after him either; that would have been even more suspicious. Anyway, I was wandering around in the school searching for him, trying to look like I wasn't searching for anything at all.

And then I heard screams from the computer room. I recognized his voice. "Don't disappear, don't leave me." Those were his exact words. I ran there, and I found him on the floor screaming. I managed to wake him from his hysteric state. It was like he had had a seizure or a fit of some kind because he was very confused and sad and very tired.

Maybe that's it; maybe it isn't something magical or vampyric about him; maybe he is just very sick, a brain-tumour maybe. It makes me all cold inside thinking about him being sick; he can't be. I know it's wrong for me to feel this way. Never get personally involved with the one you're watching; that's what the code says, right? But I am worried.

Anyway, I called my personal--


"Mr. Anaya!" The professor's voice cut through Eoli's written rantings like the proverbial hot knife through butter, and he jumped guiltily before looking around, prepared to see his classmates' glee as he got told off by the teacher, but the classroom was empty.

"The class is over," the professor said; her lips held an amused smile as she spoke. "Or do you like my class that much?"

"Sorry!" Eoli mumbled, embarrassed, and stuffed all his books and loose papers into his sports bag, before quickly leaving the classroom.

He totally missed that on the floor under his desk lay a single paper that had fallen out of his bag as he ran, and that Professor West picked up the paper, glanced at it and her amused smile turned into a frown of worry.