Rebecca Cross, or Bex as many call her, lives a typical high school life. She is a 2nd year in high school and she has everything a girl her age usually has. Friends, annoying parents, mediocre grades, and too much free time on her hands. As an ordinary girl living an ordinary life, she finds herself stuck in an ever endless cycle of boredom.

Her routine goes as such,

7:00 AM – Wake up and fight with parents about getting up and going to school.

7: 30 AM – Arrive at school and chat with friends about school

7:45 AM – Classes. Chem. Algebra, World History, Art class.

12:15 PM – Lunch

1:15 Pm – Lit. Band, French.

3:30 PM – Band Practice

5:45 PM – Hang with friends after school and do homework

7:30 PM – Parents force her to get home

Then she watches tv, browses the web, takes a shower and goes to bed. Sometimes reading online fiction if she feels restless.

On the weekends she does nothing.

This mundane routine has become so ingrained in her brain that when one little thing threw it off, she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. The day started as it usually did. Her Mom came into gripe at her and force her awake, she raced her sister who is only a year younger than her to the bathroom. Only to find her brother, older by two years already beat her to it.

The siblings proceed to argue and shout over each other.

Bex then heads back to her room to get dressed. It never takes her long being as she never puts forth any sort of effort in her look. She threw on some skinny jeans, and a plain black and white striped t-shirt, and slipped into her checkered Vans shoes. She shoved a pair of basketball shorts in her torn and tattered plain black backpack, and then grabbed her sun-bleached brown hair and pulled in into a sloppy ponytail without even brushing it. She never bothered to wear any makeup because she knew she would just sweat it off during band practice.

Slinging the backpack over her shoulder she trotted downstairs Kissed her dad on the cheek as he ate his breakfast and got ready to go to work. Flipped her brother off when her parents weren’t looking. Stole her sister’s apple juice. Hugged her mom goodbye, and then ran out the door. She ran across the large ditch behind her neighborhood that connected to the high school. In less than five minutes she skipped into the school building. Taking the stairs two at a time as she did every morning.

“Hey.” She sat at the table.

“Bex tell Darci she doesn’t need a man to validate her.” Joan, Bex’s best friend gave her an incredulous look.

“Darci, you don’t need anyone to validate you,” Bex said, shaking her head.

“You don’t even know the context.” Darci defended herself.

“The context being her boyfriend said she looks fat today.” Mike jumped in.

“What!” Bex’s eyes went wide.

Darci was overweight it was no secret still her friends liked to be uplifting and never pointed that out. They always told her she looked pretty regardless of her weight. Still, Darci was subconscious. Darci was quite fashionable for her size, she always wore dresses and had cute accessories. Her makeup was always done up. Her blond hair is always stylized. Today it was curled loosely and hung around her round face.

“I mean if he says so, maybe I should lose some weight.” Darci pushed her food away.

“That doesn’t mean you stop eating.” Joan pushed it back.

Joan and Bex were very similar in the fact that neither cared much about their looks. Joan has dark copper colored skin and dark brown hair. She wears torn up jeans and army looking boots, her jeans curled up at the bottom. And she always has some type of tank top and flannel combo going on. Her nails are always chewed off to the nub and her hair always pulled back into a braid. She has big hipster like glasses that she is always pushing back up the bridge of her nose as she talks.

“I swear to god I will punch him in the throat. You aren’t fat Darci.” Bex said.

“Yes I am, that’s a fact of life. Anyone looking at me would say so. I mean, maybe I should just like eat less, maybe he might like me better if I were thinner.” Darci pushes her two index fingers together.

“You don’t need to do that. If that loser can’t appreciate you for how are you then fuck him.” Mike said.

Mike was known as the football team reject. He always tried out for all the sports teams but he also always got rejected. He was too scrawny and short. He has shaggy brown hair which hangs in his face. He wears blue jeans and plain t-shirts. Black converse, earphones around his neck, and a ring on his right hand. He is cleanly shaven mostly because when he tries to grow something out it always comes in patches and makes him look creepy.

“Guys can we just drop it.” Darci sighed.

Darci is dating Aron, aka the student council vice president. Bex often suspected he only dated Darci for appearances as he tried too hard to look like the nice guy. Yet despite her friend's warnings Darci agreed to date him anyways. They have been dating for two weeks.

“Hey what’d I miss?” Jaden sat at the table.

It was also no secret, except to Darci, that Jaden has a secret crush on her. They all knew and often urged him to confess to her, but he is too shy. Jaden is also pretty average in appearance. Dark skin, hair braided to his scalp, and deep brown eyes. He wears polo shirts and khakis as well as a baggy zip-up jacket. Sometimes he wears a beanie on his head.

“Nothing.” Darci eyed everyone.

They all gave a collected sigh.

“Freak twelve o’clock!” Monroe the basketball captain called across the cafeteria.

Bex let her hazel eyes wander as Lyssa Norwood walked in.

Lyssa was a strange one, at least Bex always thought so. She was a loner, never had any friends. She was cold and a straight up bitch sometimes. Her eyes were so light green they looked yellow and the gaze they had could cut down anyone. One steely look was all it took for people to look away from her.

Lyssa is beyond pale, she is so pale any paler and she would be see through. She has long black hair, except half of her head is shaved and all her hair is pushed to one side. She always wears all black. Black lipstick, black skinny jeans, black ripped up tank top, even though it was chilly outside. Her nails are black, her eye shadow dark and smoky, a necklace hangs around her neck. It was a simple rusted looking chain that wrapped around what looked like a red crystal.

Bex’s eyes followed Lyssa as the girl walked right over to Monroe. Bex smirked to herself ready for the usual morning spectacle that Lyssa always put on.

Lyssa walked over to the table full of Basketball players and she put on a fake haughty smile. Then she grabbed Monroe’s apple and locking eyes with him crushed it to a pulp in her bare hands. She dropped the mush on the table and wiped her hands on his shirt.

“Freak!” he called out to her as she hopped onto the table and then hopped from one table to the next until she sat at her usual vacant table. She kicked up her legs and pulled a book out of her bag per usual.

“That girl is something else,” Joan commented.

“I think it’s funny.” Bex smiled.

“Yeah, I mean, what would Thorndale High be without Lyssa Norwood? She gives this place character.” Mike added.

“Girls a creep that’s for sure.” Jaden shuddered.

Just then the bell rang and Bex groaned as she heaved herself off her chair.

“See you guys at lunch,” Joan called then they all went their separate ways.

Bex walked casually down the hall to her first class. The day went on as usual. It wasn’t until the last bell rang for school to be let out that things took a turn in her usual routine. Bex walked out of her French class until her teacher, Mr. Pyre called her back.

“Rebecca before you go can I see you for a second.” He called out.

She groaned inwardly and turned on heel back into the classroom.

“Your grade is slipping, you still haven’t turned in your report. I don’t want to have to get your band director involved.” He warned.

“I have it done, promise, I just keep forgetting it.” She lied.

“Right, well you have until Friday to turn it in.” he frowned.

“Of course, I’ll have it in, promise.” She turned and headed out of class.

She looked at the time and saw that she was going to be late for band practice, something that would earn her laps on the track.

She groaned and took off running to the band hall.

She turned the corner and smacked right into Lyssa Norwood.

“Ow, watch it,” Bex complained, rubbing her butt.

“You watch it.” Lyssa hissed in a cold tone.

Bex looked up to the greenish yellow eyes cutting through her. She gulped. She quickly stood to her feet and dusted herself off.

“Sorry,” Bex said sheepishly.

“You better be. People have no class these days.” Lyssa rolled her eyes before stepping around her.

“Maybe you’re the one with no class,” Bex muttered under her breath.

Lyssa stopped cold in her tracks.

‘oh, shit did she hear me!?’ Bex thought to herself.

Lyssa turned on heel and faced her again. Bex felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being heard.

“What did you say?” Lyssa narrowed her eyes.

“Nothing, I was just, I didn’t mean--” Bex backed away nervously only to go tumbling to the floor again.

Her hand caught on the locker and a jagged piece of metal sticking out cut her hand. She hissed in pain and quickly brought it to her chest.

One drop of blood dripped off her hand onto the floor.

Lyssa swallowed loudly and took a large step back.

“Ow, ow, ow. Don’t just stand there help me.” Bex shot at her.

Bex pulled her hand back to inspect the damage, the cut wasn’t that deep but it was long stretching across her palm.

“Hello?” Bex shot Lyssa a look. One that said, rude!

The halls were empty now with everyone having gone home. Only the two girls remained. Lyssa took a deep breath before outstretching her arm to help Bex up. She grasped her forearm and hoisted the girl off the floor. Blood dripped down her arm and onto Lyssa.

Lyssa recoiled as if she was going to be sick.

“Sorry. Does blood make you squeamish?” Bex asked suddenly realizing that Lyssa looked ill and was focused on the blood.

Then to her horror, she watches as Lyssa moved her arm to her mouth, licking the blood that Bex had dropped onto her skin. It was Bex’s turn to look ill.

“Eww!” she exclaimed out loud.

Lyssa jumped at the sound of it, almost as if she was startled back to reality. Lyssa looked at Bex with a look full of hunger, her eyes radiated danger. Bex backed away.

“That was sick,” Bex said.

Lyssa jumped forward and took Bex’s hand in her mouth, licking the blood clean from her skin.

“Ah! Stop it!” Bex screamed.

Then to her, ever-growing shock a tingle enveloped the skin on her hand. The tingle spread up her arm and all over her body. She found herself caught in a haze of strangely unexplainable euphoria. She was unmistakably turned on and felt herself in a state of peace and tranquility. She had no desire to run away or scream, she just watched in fascination as Lyssa Norwood licked every last drop of blood.

She could feel Lyssa’s lips nipping at her skin, sucking more blood from her hand. She could hear large gulps going down Lyssa’s throat. She sees Lyssa’s tongue snake between her black painted lips and lick up and down, and up and down. She marveled at the sight of it.

‘what the heck is happening right now?’ she wondered to herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity Lyssa pulled back. She licked her lips and showed Bex her now clean hand. Bex let her glossy eyes meet Lyssa’s and for a second she saw that Lyssa had deep red eyes that held a sort of snake-like pupil.

Lyssa was breathing heavy and she looked completely beside herself at her own actions. The two stayed staring at each other for a moment. Then Bex blinked and Lyssa was gone.

The strange tingly feeling lingers inside of her. She relaxed against the lockers and looked at her hand. She watched as the skin slowly heals up. She wiped the saliva on her pants and in a daze grabbed her bag and started walking home.

She was beyond confused as to what just happened. All she knew was she felt dog tired and needed rest. When she walked into her house her sister and brother both questioned why she was not at band practice. She only gave a weak groan as a response and then walked upstairs to her room.

As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.