obsessive · manipulative · dark magic · school setting · horror · yandere · gothic
Grey light seeped through the clouded windows as I opened my locker. The smell hit me first—a nauseating wave of blood and decay. Inside, a metal pail held a heart, still faintly warm, encircled by withered black blossoms. The school corridor seemed to narrow, the walls pressing in. As I slammed the door shut, I felt warm breath on the back of my neck. Silas stood behind me, his smile chilling me to the bone. 'Don't you like it?' he whispered, his dark eyes glinting. 'I want to take your blood, if you'll permit me.' A soft, almost fond laugh followed. 'I'm not a vampire. I'm just obsessed with you, my little dead girl.' When I turned, he was gone. On the floor sat a single box of chocolates.