Prompt: Something about her was twisted.
He couldn't quite pick what it was. Maybe it was the dark shadows under her eyes, or the way she stared into the abyss with a haunted look.
He thought for a minute. Actually, he didn't mind those things he sort of even liked them. What made his stomach churn was that look the had seen in her eyes. He'd been sitting with friends at lunch, laughing and joking around as they always did, a few meters away though there was a group of boys picking on a a much younger boy, they were calling him things like faggot, cunt, loser, dork, pussy…he'd seen her out of the corner of his eye. She had placed down the old tattered book she'd been reading, one of those hardcover old looking books.
He watched the scene and when the older boys began hitting the younger kid a few people stood up, moving towards what would surely become another school yard beating. The younger boy however didn't defend himself he just tried to protect the important parts of his body. The older boys knocked him to the ground and starting kicking him, before anyone could step in. There was a blur of movement from the right.
He watched in amazement as the silent girl took a stand in front of six school boys, all of them taller than her and built like tanks. She didn't look afraid though, he watched her lips move and although he couldn't hear what she had said the guys in front of her paled. They gave her a terrified look before slowly backing away. She bent down to help the boy at her feet but not before he saw that look in her eyes.
She looked like a lion ready to pounce on a zebra, to taste the blood of its prey.
She picked up the boy easily, and took him towards the nurse. She didn't come back for her book and that's how he ended up standing here. In front of her house, the old dusty copy of Dracula, first edition in hand and a thumping heart