I hid out in the school's co-ed locker room, trying to do homework, and forget the past. I succeeded in losing myself in drudge work, so much so that I failed to hear his footsteps. At the last possible second, I heard a whisper of sound, and turned. His huge, clawed hand, large enough to squeeze my head like a bubble, grasped my throat. I looked up into black eyes tinged with red insanity and froze.
"No one escapes me…" He growled into my ears. I realized this was it; no more running. He drew back his hand to knock me into a limp, agreeable bundle, and the door burst open, releasing a tidal wave of hot, sweaty, underdressed males.
He growled in frustration, and leapt away, disappearing as silently as he had come. I sank to my knees, trembling. "Hey songbird, whatcha want? I ain't gonna go out with you." As the laughter echoed, I looked up to find I had fallen at the feet of Aaron Mitchell, the totally hot, totally arrogant football quarterback.
As they moved away to their lockers, I rolled my eyes at their retreating backs, while mentally blushing. I collected myself together, pushing all thoughts of my hunter out of my mind as I pushed myself up off the floor. I very quietly gathered my things and turned to leave. Then I coughed.
I didn't notice it at first, but then I tasted the blood. "No, not here, not again," I whispered painfully. I felt my stomach spasm, and ran. I made it to the far side of the football field before the spasms caught up with me. I doubled over, blood pouring from my mouth, and fought to keep from slipping into unconsciousness.