The Vampire...In My Dreams by Terry Spear

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    “We’ll have to test Mr. Vorchowsky first. We have no idea what level he’ll be in.”
    “Test him?” Marissa squeaked.
    I could sense the terror in Marissa’s thoughts. I rested my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. “If I don’t do well, it may be because my education is lacking. However, I will try my utmost to succeed.” The notion came to mind again that I was unable to control a witch’s thoughts. It would have been so very simple to compel Mrs. Remington to allow me to stay with Marissa the rest of the day and to forgo the test, if she’d been human.
    “Very well. At least you have a good attitude, young man, more than I can say about some of the warlocks who attend the school.” Mrs. Remington motioned to Marissa to leave.
    Marissa’s eyes grew misty as she looked back at me, her heart thundering. I could hear the blood rushing through her veins, panicked.
    “I’ll be all right, truly, dear Marissa. Go to class.”
    “You won’t know how to do any spells. She’ll prove you’re a fraud.”
    “She thinks I’ve come from a foreign country. Maybe she’ll allow me some mistakes.”
    Marissa shook her head, knowing the school administrator would soon prove me an impostor. Then she headed out of the building.
    Feeling horrible that I couldn’t reassure her, I realized I couldn’t even reassure myself this would work. Instead, I envisioned Mrs. Remington calling the head of security and having him or her toss me out on my ear.
    “All right, Mr. Vorchowsky. Now we’ll see what you’ve learned in your old school. We’ll start with something fairly simple. Levitate my pen holder, will you?”
    Having hoped my vampire abilities would help slip me through the tests, I gulped at her suggestion.
    Levitation?

Chapter 8
    MARISSA
    Bullheaded, that’s what Dominic was.
    I couldn’t help being terrified that he’d be in trouble, though. Chill bumps covered my arms and legs, and I could barely breathe.
    Did he think he could sneak into a witches’ and warlocks’ school without being a bona fide warlock? Nuts. He was absolutely nuts.
    Not to mention if Debbie Damint caught sight of him, then what? She’d remember him for sure, or one of the two witches she’d been with. Linnie, the brunette, and Carissa, the redhead, both meaner than fire ants on the attack.
    Still, I had to protect him, since he thought I was Marissa, his savior. Even though I was still perturbed with him for turning me into a…well, a Princess of Darkness. Though in part, some of my new abilities were kind of funky.
    I stood at the administration window and chanced peeking in. I read poor Dominic’s thoughts. Mrs. Remington had her back to me, and Dominic was concentrating on levitating the pen container on her desk. Just when I began to cast a spell on the container, the desk lifted. Then the chair and the pen container.
    Mrs. Remington quickly waved her arms around, and all of the items settled back down with a thud.
    I dropped my mouth wide open. How in the world…
    Mrs. Remington pointed to a drawing board. Now what?
    Dominic concentrated on the board. He was to write the ingredients and potion for making a body invisible. He smiled. But I did not. He could make himself invisible, sure, but not the way a warlock would.
    I jammed my hand into my bag, then yanked my potion book out. Flipping through the pages, I hurriedly searched for the correct potion that I could never remember by heart even if my life—or in this case Dominic’s—depended on it. I would transfer the directions for the potion via my thoughts. He knew I was outside the window, but he tried to concentrate on the administrator’s words, not the thoughts I tried to convey to him.
    Pay attention! I wanted to yell at him.
    Before I had the correct page, he began to write the ingredients. I looked down at my book, then back at the board. He had correctly listed every one of them. How’d he do that?
    “Seems you transferred some of your skills to