• My feet echo against the wood as I walk down the deserted hall. I clutch my books to my chest as I pass the lockers. Cold air rushes against me and I feel deserted in this old school, but Ms. Anne should be here. Maybe she left, I wonder. Still, I continue on until I reach her classroom, relieved to see her lights on.
    I knock on the door, no one answers. She must be out, I think.
    I wait, but after five minutes, I can wait no longer, so I move the curtain, look inside- and freeze.
    I can’t look away from the blood red eyes in front of me, staring as the others rip the flesh from animals. I suck in my breath and turn away, sure that I am dreaming, but I look again and they were still there. Ms. Anne looks up from her meal, blonde hair drenched red. She cocks her head to the right and stood up eerily. I clench my teeth and back up. When she reaches the door, I bolt down the hall, out the door, and into the street, but I can’t get away every where I look, she is there, after me, to kill me.
    A cold hand touches my shoulder, and I whirl around to find her there, but it is too late, she sinks her teeth into my neck. The world is blurring and going dead for me. I give in with one last thought. My teacher's a vampire. What the—