Forbidden Desires

Chapter Three:

I miss every shot I take. My arrows scarcely even hit the target bored, instead lodging themselves into the thickets of trees. My classmates aren't much better. One idiotic vampire even stuck an arrow through a werewolf's ear although I'm not entirely convinced that wasn't intentional.

Our teacher doesn't at all seem concerned with our progress, or lack thereof. She stands idly, smirking slightly as arrow after arrow bounces off the targets set up for us. If she knew that with a single spell I could bewitch the arrow and drive it through her heart with a flick of my wrist, her expression wouldn't be so amused.

"Shouldn't you be teaching us?" I snap at the lazy woman. I'd love to wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze until her eyeballs bulge out of their sockets.

She raises an eyebrow. "Have you seen these bows?" She asks rhetorically. "Anyone using them is a lost cause."

I glare at her. That isn't true. The dark haired, blue-eyed boy seems to be doing exceptionally well. Despite his careless movements, the arrow never misses it's mark. He doesn't even seem all that concentrated. If anything, he looks bored.

I don't like being shown up and certainly not by someone who uses such little effort. Back home, I'd use my magic to transcend my peers, but on earth, that'll only land me in hot water. Still, inferiority does not suit me.

I grab Aeleanor's elbow to get her attention. Startled, she let's her arrow fly. It disappears behind the bushes. "Who's that boy?" I ask her pointing at the archery wiz.

Aeleanor smiles. "That's Carter. He's very nice but I don't think you're his type." She says, gently.

I scowl. "I don't want to be his type." I snap. "I'm asking because he seems to know what he's doing."

"Are you gonna ask him to help you?" She questions.

I shake my head. "I don't need any mortals - moron! I meant moron! I don't need any moron's help!" I exclaim, stepping away from her. That's the type of slip up I can't afford to make.

I spend the next half hour practicing my aim. It doesn't get any better. I decide to blame my inability to hit the target on the bow instead of a lack of skill.

Mr. Perfect of course continues to manage perfect shots every time. I'm tempted to shoot an arrow at his head just to see how good his reflexes are and by the time the bell rings, I've made up my mind. It's worth testing. Anyone who out performs me had better be ready to handle my wrath.

As risky as it is, I summon my powers. My eyes glow a brilliant red and so does the arrow where my fingers touch it. "Humero ejus."

The arrow sails through the air as he walks away following the queue of students back into the school. It's just a few centimeters away from his shoulder blade when he suddenly spins, catching it in a mere wave of his hand.

He glances over his shoulder at our retreating classmates before he takes a few steps towards me. "I think you dropped this." He says in his velvet voice. His tone suggests be knows I aimed it at him. However, his smile is polite, friendly even. "You're new right?"

I raise an eyebrow. "There's like eighteen hundred people in this cursed town. You know I'm new." I snap. I don't appreciate his stupidity.

Instead of coming up with some idiotic response, he nods. "Of course. I'm Carter." He introduces.

"Carter...? What? You don't have a last name?" I ask.

He frowns. "I do. It's Carter." He repeats.

"So then what's your first name?" I push.

"Uh..." He scratches the back of his neck. The smile is gone now replaced with a worried expression. "It's Carter."