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me. It’s
rare to find anyone like this anymore, especially at his
age.” Then he truly surprised her by adding the last
two sentences.
    It felt as if lightning struck her whole
being.
    “Who in the world is this
kid? He spoke of balance like he knows of what I am. Connor might
be too dangerous to my family. I have to know for sure. This will
not be pleasant, but I need to know who he is or if he knows about
me.” For the first time in many months, she used her
limited powers. Sarah dove deep into her mind to concentrate and
then pushed out with her special innate sense with all the will she
could muster and without being obvious to what she was doing. Then
just before Sarah’s power reached Connor’s mind it felt like
colliding into a brick wall at a full run. “Why can I not read his mind?” Then a thought
came. “Maybe I’m not at my best and my
powers aren’t working properly again.” The whole time
she was conversing with herself, Connor barely stared like he felt
something.
    Trying to change the mood and flow of
the class Sarah broke contact with Connor and walk up to the
chalkboard. Writing on the chalk board she said to the entire
class, masking her worry quite well “Everyone please read chapter
nine, section six and answer question seven. Then turn your answers
in at the end of class.” Finishing writing she thought.
“O k, now I need to get Connor out of my
head and think of a solution to this problem… Oh man here it
comes.” Just as she started to sit down, the migraine
hit with the power of an air horn on a hangover, inside her head.
Pain throbbed behind her eyes and the back of her neck knotted to
make the consequences known. It was truly painful, but not a
surprise anymore. “This is the always the
cost of using my power without being balanced with a mate.” Sarah always chastised herself after using her
abilities.
    Sarah noticed Connor caught her unconsciously
glancing at him so she looked away and closed her eyes until the
migraine went away just a little bit.
    The bell rang suddenly like only a
handful of minutes passed, but her mind remained elsewhere. As
everyone left they put the papers on her desk. Her last thought was
“I ’d better tell Father and see what his
opinion is about this kid I couldn’t get a read on.”
     
    As Sarah hesitantly pulled into the driveway
of the new house for the second time, she looked up and knew only a
few hours remained of daylight. The new residence will be called
home for the next five years or so. Sarah and her family choose
wooded areas mainly for her because not only is it quieter, but no
one can really see them if they do anything out of the ordinary.
Turning off the ignition, she stepped out of the car and walked
inside, through the garage. She sat the keys down on the counter
and took off her shoes.
    The migraine still throbbed, but not as
severely.
    On her way inside, she found her father
as he sat in the living room. The two of them moved here to get
things setup before her mother eventually arrived. That’s the worst
problem, she isn’t here . When
Jillian gets too far away from Jack he becomes imbalanced, so he
drinks heavily to alleviate his sorrow and pain. Drowning in liquor
wasn’t the best substitute, but not much else is. They have been
together for over seven hundred years. Also when he is really mad
or upset, he can become hostile to everyone around him. As Jack saw
her enter the living room he slurred “Meet anyone more plain or
annoying than you, Girl?”
    She replied timidly to keep him from jumping
into a blind, drunken rage. “Yes, Father, some new faculty seem
pleasant enough and a few surprising students.” It was best to
leave him alone when he’s like this.
    “Surprising to you is Muck to me!” He said in
an angry manner, not his usual relaxed state, and is always
frightening to witness.
    Sarah looked over to the table in front
of him and saw that he had downed an entire bottle of whiskey since
she left to teach