This idea's a bit sadistic and a little… nightmarish. Ironically I was listening to Defying Gravity. Kudos for me for creating a terrifyingish thing as I listen to Wicked and Christmas music –fail-.

I recommend listening to Let the Bodies Hit the Floor by Drowning Pool whilst you read :D

It's in Pucks POV just so ya know ;]

I can smell your fear. I can see your rapidly quickening pulse.

I laugh and get in your face. Your eyes widen as I grind my forehead into yours. I hear your cry of pain. Don't you know that pain feeds me? Your fear is what I lust after.

Sweat beads on your forehead. I hear my name called and glance to my prize. He too feeds off your pathetic fear.

I grab your collar and you shriek. They all watch, eyes glued to what's happening to you. You call to her but she ignores you and turns away. You've pushed us all to that point. I wait until all have gone but my love. He stands and watches from his vantage point.

I smile and watch as you cower in fear. There's no one to stop me now not even the teacher.

I throw you to the ground. You scramble to the open door and stand ready to run. Oh how I love the chase it makes it all worth it. You bolted down the hall and I ran following you.

I was quiet as you got down by the lockers. It was dark and I was perched behind you.

I watched as you called for help pleading with the shadows for help. The school went darker than before. Glee went late and it was perfect. The moon was an orange sliver in the sky giving you no light.

I felt his presence near here. He was calm as you turned and rushed to him. You begged him to call me off but he raised his head in a cocky manner and walked off giving me one glance and I smiled. His own smile widening as he knew what was going to happen.

I took one step and you turn. You scream and run I bolt after you diving at your body and succeed in knocking both of us into the lockers denting them heavily.

You call to him and he ignores you. I grab your collar and pull you near my face. Its dark and you only see my outline of my face and my eyes. Oh you're scared now. You're probably beyond it. Trepidation.

No help, no police, no teachers, and not even the one other person you could trust. Your alone and scared. I chuckled and slammed your head down onto the linoleum. You scream the sickening cracks. Blood was pooling spattering over the lockers your hair my face and the floor. It was a beautifully gory abstract painting.

The warm sticky liquid on my face made me smile again. And I remembered why I was here. For blood. I got most of what I wanted.

I smirked and step down on your forearm. You scream as it breaks the skin. He pulls out a needle and presses it to your other undamaged arm. You cry out as he wiggles it and presses down releasing the toxin. The one that will eat away at you for the next two hours before your heart slows and lungs collapse.

I imagined the feeling of it being pushed through my veins and chuckled. It sounded deeper than normal but that made you squirm. I love it when they squirm and cower.

He stood up off of you and gives you a small evil smirk. I grab him and force us together he lets out a moan as he tastes your blood on my lips. I smile triumphantly.

Your eyes roll back and you begin to shake. Soon it escalates and you're thrashing. Head slamming on the floor limbs hitting the floor. Your broken arm gets worse as it comes farther and farther out of your body muscles ripping from it blood oozing out.

And you stop. I smash your face in with my foot. You aren't even recognizable anymore. You sicken me. And all this because you touched the untouchable.

I have no idea what prompted me to write this… please don't hate. O.o I don't blame you if you do but just don't judge that all my stories are like because they aren't D: