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Alex strode confidently into school, Her hips swaying lightly and her bosoms dancing on her chest. Mouths dropped and other things went up as they gawked at her perfect body. She winked at the boys as she passed them, she knew they were watching and loved it, all eyes on her.

"God, I do hate that bitch," said Blair as she looked up from her book. Blair Witch was an unassuming fifteen year old with a rather flat chest and hips she could measure with her ruler. Her glasses sat comfortably on the end of her nose framing deep, brown eyes. Black hair fell straight on either side of her face and rolled down her back stopping just below her shoulders.

"Who doesn't?" agreed her friend. Jenny Buxton had been Blair's best friend since before she could pronounce her name right. Despite her well curved body, good looks and wonderful personality Jenny had seldom had a boyfriend, which constantly surprised Blair.

"About half the guys here, you know, the ones who haven't actually talked to her," She replied.

Drrrrring, "ah, the age old sound of monotony." Said Blair

"What a rustique zound, such flavair and bodee"* laughed Jenny in a terrible French accent. " see ya."

"Bye," chuckled Blair. Jenny was a great friend, Blair could trust her with anything but lately She seemed to be hiding something. Blair dismissed all thoughts of this as she sat down to register and begin another unimportant Tuesday. The day was uneventful and ordinary from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning till when she closed them that night.

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Blair woke The next day with a foreboding feeling. The school day was just as uneventful as before (Blair still had the feeling that Jenny wanted to tell her something, but wasn't one to pry). The final bell rang and she walked to engineering club with Jenny. When they finished and began walking home, she felt scared, but walked on regardless. They passed Jenny's house and she bid her friend farewell.

She was walking down the alley that led onto her street when a dark figure appeared round the corner. The figure was silhouetted by the light and his outline swayed drunkenly. As he staggered towards her. He looked up and his eyes glinted yellow as he spotted her standing there all small defenceless and (most importantly) alone.

He continued to walk on in silence the glint in his eyes dulled but still, unmistakeably, there. Blair edged on, alarm bells ringing in her head. They walked together each step timed perfectly with the beats of Blair's heart, the moments growing longer and longer as they paced towards each other, she avoiding his gaze which fell upon her like a searchlight. Closer and closer, tension building until she thought her heart could take it no more and burst free from her chest. They passed each other. The tension flashed out of existence, gone with the sight of him.

Suddenly, he was upon her. A hand covered her mouth and muffled her cry as he reached round her waist and slammed her against the wall. Her head screamed out in pain. she felt woozy and lost the ability to scream out. He let go of her mouth as he felt her relax. Her moved his hand from round her waist and held her head firmly against the wall. His free hand lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties.

"Please, no," she pleaded her strength fading as she started to cry, "Please let me go."

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "This'll only take a minute. Just sit back and enjoy the ride!"

He plunged himself deep into her. She sobbed silently as he stole her innocence.

Her body went limp and her eyes turned black, Her arms falling down lazily beside her. She grabbed his wrist which was still holding her head firmly against the wall. He looked at his hand as it turned black in her grasp and pulled back, Retreating several feet to the other side of the alley. Blair stood up slowly and turned to face him and crossed the short distance, her hypnotizing gaze holding him where he stood. Reaching for his face with her hands, the places where she touched turned black, and she pulled his lips to hers, and kissed him. She drew back and a chain of purple flowed between their lips. She was devouring his soul.

*not a typo, words adjusted so they zound with a French accent

Ok so I wrote something grim but for god's sake please review!!!!!

Shaky out