I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know why she was electrifying me the way she did? I wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t resist her. I didn’t want to try.
I didn’t have time for this. I needed to know what power she had over me. She was nothing like the rest of the kids I’d encountered, or those I’d hunted for that matter.
I trailed through the cafeteria appearing so powerful and yet, I felt vulnerable and frightened. My excuse was my lack of empathy. My alter-ego, the hunter inside me was a primal creature, ready to leap at the nearest threat. I wanted to know why she made me feel the way I did, completely at her mercy. Maybe this time I could discover why I was emotionally weak, but physically and mentally stronger when near her; why she controlled me, and why
