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tasted kind of salty and sweet at the same time. Before I knew what I was doing, my mouth went to his neck. I licked his skin lightly and he shuddered. I could feel my canine teeth sliding out. The blood in his veins pulsed under my tongue.
    I realized I wasn’t in lust at all. I was hungry .
    “You,” Zach whispered in my ear, “are the hottest, most psycho girl I’ve ever met.”
    His voice stopped me just before my teeth grazed his skin. What was I doing?
    I dropped his hands and jumped away from him as if he had holy water running through his veins. Olympia had warned me that it would be hard once I was around mortals all day long, especially attractive, young mortals. But it didn’t even occur to me that kissing could lead so quickly to wanting to bite someone. Especially someone whom I did not by any means want to turn into a vampire.
    That was one of the rules Olympia had lectured me about over and over again: “You bite it,you bought it.” We were responsible for anyone we turned into a vampire. That’s how we survive. If we let new vampires wander loose with no idea of the rules, they’d be staked in no time, and the rest of the world would soon catch on that we exist.
    It is possible to bite someone and leave them alive, but it’s dangerous and hard to do—Olympia says once you start to drink, it’s almost impossible to stop yourself before your prey is dead. And even if you do stop, the victim probably will have figured out what you are, and that’s not great for us either.
    I was lucky that Zach couldn’t see my teeth in the darkness of the closet. I covered my face and tried to force them back down to normal. Don’t think about feeding. Don’t think about feeding .
    “Wait,” Zach said, groping for me with his hands outstretched. “Don’t stop. What happened?”
    “I lost interest,” I said, stepping out of his reach. My fingers were trembling, but I kept my voice level. “Too bad for you. Now stay away from my locker.” And I got out of there as quickly as I could.
    I probably should have guessed that this wouldn’t shut down Zach. If anything, it made him even more interested. I started finding him at my locker every morning when I got there, usually with chocolate. My guess is, he read in some men’s magazine that girls like chocolate, because he really stuck with that theory.
    I ignored him for the first week. He loved it when I shoved him out of my way; he went on and on about how freakishly strong I was “for such a tiny thing,” until it started making me nervous. I was sure Olympia didn’t want to hear gossip about the new freakishly strong teenager while she was buying up all the raw meat in the supermarket.
    So at first I started talking to Zach just to distract him. I told him if he really wanted to bring me something before class, he should try hot chocolate and a croissant. That fit his theory just fine, so the next morning, there was my order, exactly as I’d requested. Like I said—the early signs pointed to “easily trainable.”
    “Hmm,” I said, letting the hot chocolate scald away the taste of blood on my tongue.
    “So you’ll go out with me this weekend,right?” Zach asked. “I figured we could start with dinner at Los Espejos.” He pronounced it “ezz-PAY-joes,” but I still recognized it as the Spanish word for mirrors . Olympia and Wilhelm had scouted out all the more dangerous places in town, and this Spanish restaurant was at the top of the list. It was lovely and expensive, but the walls and the ceiling were completely covered in mirrors. Too risky, no matter how besotted my date might be. Our little “family” tried to avoid even walking past it.
    “Meh,” I said with a shrug. “I’d rather have a hamburger at Big Burgers and Bowling.”
    He clutched his heart. “You are my dream girl.”
    So that’s how it started. And I’ll admit it: I kind of fell for him. Dating Zach fit the new take-no-prisoners attitude I was trying to develop. I