Behind The Fangs

Today is just an ordinary day, I’ve gotten my work done and I’m on my way home now. I’m getting this strange feeling that I’m being watched though. I walk home every day, but today seems a little........ weird. We just got a new student a few days ago, and he’s in all of my classes. He is cute but creepy. He wears jeans and long sleeves like it’s cold outside. He’s been staying after till it’s dark and he gets here before even the teachers do. He never says anything in class, but when he does, it’s short and quick. He seems really strange.

Now all of a sudden I feel watched and followed. I look over my shoulder and see no one there, but as I’m turning back I see something glittering in the dark shrubbery. I want to take a closer look, but I’ve wasted time freaking out. I pick up the pace and make my way home. I’m about three blocks from my house when it happens.

I feel a sharp prick in my shoulder and I begin fighting back. I bite my assailant back and I taste his blood on my lips, then there’s nothing but black. I think I have passed out but when I come to, everything is different. I’m hungry and angry. Then I’m given a hot sludge to drink and I take it and drink it. There must have been a sleeping agent in there because I reach for darkness again. He never once said a word and I don’t even know if it’s a he.

As I wake up... everything has changed. Drastically.