My Canines Grew

After school, I went over to Dorian's locker to wait.

Out of everyone, he was the one I felt most comfortable with, even with thoughts of sinking my teeth in his neck.

He allowed me to be myself.

He accepted me, liked me.

And he wanted me to drink from him.

My knees trembled.

"Snow. Can we talk?"

My body tightened.

The hall blurred.

The angry craving for Cindy's blood once again boiled through my veins.

I had to get out of there.

"Go away, Cindy. I-I can't be around you right now."

I took off down the hall, through the front commons area and out into the crisp fall air. I knew she followed. I'd zoned in on her heartbeat, the aroma of her blood.

My canines pressed against my lips. I searched the parking lot for Dorian's car. The Mustang still sat in the same spot he'd parked in that morning.

Relieved, I rushed over, hoping Dorian would come soon.

When I arrived at the passenger door, I stopped. Trapped.

Cindy stood a few feet away, her face screwed up with sadness.

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