The school loomed over us, huge and old, two stories of moldering bricks and broken windows. There was a high fence surrounding it studded with no tre...passing signs every few feet. Through the years, kids had knocked enough holes into it so that we were able to get in easy. Stephanie led the way around the building and up a pile of half rotten boards to a window that would be easy for us to climb through. She held the frame open carefully and motioned us through.The rest of us looked at each. Please don't hate me."Charlotte covered her face with her hands, weeping. Her ring sparkled like sunshine. Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw it."Momma doesn't hate you. Don't say that." I'm sorry, momma. I don't know how it got out. I don't know what happened. It was supposed to be secret. It was... uhhhhhhhng..."Then she turned toward the edge of the couch and threw-up strawberry Slushy and ice cream all over the carpet."Oh my god! Charlotte! Ron, I think she hit her head! I think she has. Nobody there. I threw the door open and rushed outside. I looked both ways and then saw him. I was sure it was a him. He had a dark haired girl I had seen earlier pinned against the wall, his face at her throat. She was still alive, her hands striking feebly at him but I could tell it wouldn’t be long. After all, he didn’t care. He wasn’t trying to judge how much blood he took and err on the side of caution. He was there for a kill. I jumped him. He was so enthralled he didn’t know I was there. The story is slow and sensual and written mostly from a woman's point of view, so this is not something for the ones who like to go straight to the point. I do have a special man in mind as inspiration for this story, but you can of course see what man or woman you like when you read this, that's the great thing about a fantasy. This turned out to be pretty long in the end, and English isn't my main language so I don't always find the right words, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!.