The teacher cleared his throat. "Uh, yes. There have been some unfortunate incidents here and a few... deaths. But nearly all of those had rational explanations." He fixed his gaze on the far wall then. "And it's true that some of us who were teachers in the previous building experienced some... odd occurrences, but--" He refocused on the class. "--I'd like to think that the destruction of the previous building laid all those old ghosts to rest."
Yeah, right...
He wasn't coming after her. His whole posture was slumped, like some parody of zombie instead of a vampire. Then he lifted his head, and she saw his eyes.
They were lifeless, empty. His whole face was slack with non-expression. Nobody home.
The zombie idea didn't seem like such a parody anymore.
"Where do you think you are, Dawn?" he said, and this time he sounded tired instead of sinister. "This is Hell, do you understand? Don't know how you got here, but you're going to have to be a lot tougher than this to survive."
"This isn't hell! This is--" Okay, the irony was hitting her already. "--high school," she finished, lamely.
He made a chuffing sound; it might've been a laugh. "Yeah? Funny how no-one's come to your aid, though, isn't it? What with the screaming and all." His face rearranged then, took on the monster's fangs, and she was suddenly very scared.
"Run," he snarled. And she did.
Out through the swinging bathroom door with a bang, his voice following close behind her.
"Run, little girl! RUN! BIG BAD WOLF'S ON YOUR HEELS!"
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Yeah, right...
He wasn't coming after her. His whole posture was slumped, like some parody of zombie instead of a vampire. Then he lifted his head, and she saw his eyes.
They were lifeless, empty. His whole face was slack with non-expression. Nobody home.
The zombie idea didn't seem like such a parody anymore.
"Where do you think you are, Dawn?" he said, and this time he sounded tired instead of sinister. "This is Hell, do you understand? Don't know how you got here, but you're going to have to be a lot tougher than this to survive."
"This isn't hell! This is--" Okay, the irony was hitting her already. "--high school," she finished, lamely.
He made a chuffing sound; it might've been a laugh. "Yeah? Funny how no-one's come to your aid, though, isn't it? What with the screaming and all." His face rearranged then, took on the monster's fangs, and she was suddenly very scared.
"Run," he snarled. And she did.
Out through the swinging bathroom door with a bang, his voice following close behind her.
"Run, little girl! RUN! BIG BAD WOLF'S ON YOUR HEELS!"
Eeek!