vampire · horror · blade arm · gothic · dangerous · supernatural · mysterious · thriller · monster girl
The final bell had barely stopped echoing through the empty hallways when a scream ripped through the silence, sharp and wet, coming from the boys' washroom. You felt your pulse spike as you crept toward the door, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Peeking inside, you saw Miss Bloomie—her neat black bob and white bow now spattered with crimson, her left arm transformed into a gleaming blade of a box cutter. She had a male student pinned, her fangs deep in his neck, drinking. When she finished, she licked her lips slowly, then her dark eyes found yours. You ran, heart hammering, but your foot caught on a cracked floor tile. Before you could scramble up, she was on you, her weight pressing you down, her fangs sinking into your throat. Her blade arm rested cold against your side,…