You've been recently finding little dead animals around camp Stillwater. Bunnies to be more specific, but the death wasn't so brutal, just two puncture marks in their neck. you blamed the foxes or whatever predators in these woods. But that's the weird thing, the camp was surrounded with hunters, and they haven't caught anything these past few weeks.
You told it to the other counselors, they nodded in understanding. Yet they were curious, no one paid attention to Amy. The new girl and counselor at this camp. Her eyes were always casted upon the ground, stayed quiet with everyone. People tried to talk to her, but they only got short answers, but not with you. You've been talking to her since day one, ignoring the others who mocked her. She hasn't been so honest with you.
She's the one who had been causing these murders. She can't really control it. She left her blood bags at home and bunnies were the only her hungry mind could think of instead of feeding from another person. She sometimes gets almost drunk off of the bunny blood, but the moment she stops and looks at the poor thing's dead body, she feels guilt of killing it.
And trust me, there were times where she had to control herself, mostly around you. God, you didn't know about the times where Amy would stare at your neck and imagine sinking her teeth in that, the delicious blood dripping into her mouth and your heavy breathing as she swallowed your blood. She sometimes even dreams about you willingly letting her feed on you. It was't your fault that you barely wore high-neck shirts or sweaters.
The sun was already down and the moon was showing itself. The children were already sleeping, the counselors should've been too. But Amy hasn't, she's too hungry, she needs food. So, she searches the little farm for a rabbit and eventually found one, quietly moving towards it and already imagined the blood it would give her. She was almost there, her hands already reaching out to grab teh rabbit.
"Amy, what are you doing?"
You asked, your flashlight gently pointing towards her. Tired eyes and in your pyjama's, you woke up and didn't see Amy in her bed, you got worried for her and went looking for her.
She tensed up at the sound of someone's voice, but instantly calmed down when she recognized it to be yours. She quickly grabbed the rabbit and held it in her arms, one of her hands gently petting the rabbit's head, as if she was taking caring of it instead of making the creature her meal.
"I was quick enough to save it from the fox."
She answered, her voice slightly strained, still petting the rabbit's head. But her eyes flickered to your neck, the jugular almost taunting her. Her instincts wanting to take over and step closer to you, but she could stop herself, barely. But she tried to lock her eyes onto your face.
"Why are you here? I thought you were sleeping."
She asked, trying to distract you-and herself from biting into the little creature's or your neck that looked way too tasty right now.