The History of Zach and Katrina: Part 2
Who: Zach and Katrina
When: Wednesday, January 31, 2007. Nighttime after ‘Lights Out’.
Where: The School. Indoor pool in the West Wing.
What: Zach has a crush of sorts, and asks Katrina to a private meeting.

Zach’s heart was thumping wildly in his chest.

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing or what had possessed him to slip the note under Katrina’s door on Tuesday morning. He hadn’t seen her since Sunday night. Anxiety threatened to overpower him, but he somehow maintained a calm outer appearance. There were a million reasons for his apprehension and unrest. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at the still, illuminated blue waters in front of him. It was dark in the lofty indoor pool room, save for the dim lights that cast a faint golden glow reminiscent of dusk on his surroundings.

Why did he choose the pool in the west wing as their meeting place? He could’ve chosen one of the numerous common rooms in the school, but there was always the risk of a teacher or staff member visiting those areas. Zach doubted they came to the pool at night. His dorm’s common room didn’t seem like the best place either. Someone could wake up in the middle of the night and find them. Privacy is what Zach wanted, but he wasn’t about to suggest his room or hers. Too personal. They didn’t know each other that well to be inviting each other to their bedrooms. He wondered if there was a rule on that, too.

He couldn’t answer the most important question of all in his head: Why did he want to see her? Katrina had bitten him; she had drunk blood from him. He shouldn’t have been stupid enough to doubt her claim to being a vampire. He shouldn’t have told her to bite him, if she really was one, to prove it. How could he have known, though? He hadn’t believed in vampires. Now, it hung there in the air, thick and stifling. It wouldn’t leave him alone. She could have left him there, sick and injured and bleeding, but she hadn’t. She had helped him.

Zach had made it clear on many occasions with others here that vampires either frightened him or made him uncomfortable. They did. Then, why did he keep making friends with them? And why was he meeting with one late at night — one who had drunk from him, no doubt — in a place where no one would walk in on them? Fascination and fear, he remembered. Like a moth towards flame, he was being drawn to something. He was scared of it, whatever it was, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Zach swallowed the lump forming in his throat, wondering yet again which one would win out in the end.