As you turned the corner, you saw him standing there, his gaze locked on yours.

The boy's eyes were crimson red, his mouth open wide to reveal sharp fangs. You had come across him on your walk around school, and from the sound of his panting, you knew something was off.

"Blood," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The boy's eyes were locked on yours, and you could see the hunger in them.

"Just a little bit, please," he begged, his voice low and almost desperate.