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Evan Greyson crouched behind a car his crimson gaze set on his prey. A middle aged woman hurrying to her car her heels clicking against the floor , she stopped by her car her hand rummaging through her hand bag her keys falling out clattering on the floor. As though sensing his presence the lady pauses glancing around the rows of cars before picking up her keys her hands shaking slightly.
The woman shuffled with the key shoving it into the key hole. Her hands froze when she felt a presence stand behind her a low voice whispering.
"Don't move" .
The woman gasped and drove her elbow into his ribs bolted to the door her heels pounding against the floor. Her breathes ragged as she came near the exit the silence suffocating.
In a blink a shadow stands before her his face harder to see in the dark except for the glow of his crimson eyes.She skidded to a stop a broken scream erupting from her throat , Evan stood over her studying her like an insect under the glass. He sighed titling his head " You humans"he muttered " you don't listen". He took a step forward the woman moved back her eyes flooded with fear.
"Please don't kill me I have a child" she stuttered out.
He stopped to move crouching in front of her chuckling "Lies" he said.
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The next day Evan stared at the ceiling the blaring sound of the alarm clock cutting through the silence he gets up lazily stretching his hands rubbing his face his hands stained with blood.
"Shit" he groaned.
Evan's feet met the cold floor before the rest of him was fully awake.He moved quietly down the hallway toward the bathroom, already knowing what he would see before he reached the mirror.
Grey eyes stared back at him,dull, sleepless, ringed with faint shadows. For a moment he studied his reflection with mild irritation. A pale smudge of crimson at the corner of his mouth. A trace of something darker along his jaw. Heavy reminders of yesterday's events.
He washed it all away without emotion.
The rest of the morning passed in routine silence. He dressed in his uniform-white shirt, black trousers, and the red blazer with the Westbridge Academy badge stitched neatly over his chest.
His fingers dragged through his black hair, trying and failing to keep it from falling back onto his forehead but it never listened.
Satisfied enough, he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed downstairs.
The smell of tea drifted from the kitchen.
"Oh-Evan, there you are," his grandmother called, stepping into the hallway with a small, tired smile.
"Good morning, Grandma," he replied, already reaching for the door.
"Evan..."
He paused.For a second she looked like she wanted to say more. Instead, she only sighed.
"Stay safe."
He gave a short nod and stepped outside. The morning air was colder than it should have been.
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Westbridge Academy always smelled the same in the mornings of polish, paper, and expensive perfume. Evan noticed it the moment he stepped inside. The hallway stretched out in front of him, wide and gleaming, lined with tall windows and banners boasting decades of perfect students and perfect achievements. Everything was clean. Too clean. Like a place terrified of looking imperfect.
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Romance"Are all vampires as pretty as you?" The word pretty hit him harder,he froze mid-sip. Then he choked. Coffee burned down the wrong pipe, and Evan erupted into a violent fit of coughing. Students turned to stare as he grabbed napkins, trying desperat...
