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cheekbones, almond-shaped brown eyes... The girl's hair was maroon , and stranger than that was that it almost looked natural.
    "Hello," Lena said, attempting to smile. The girl returned the grin, revealing extremely long fangs that dripped well past her bottom lip. Lena stepped backwards in shock. A girl vampire? She had never heard of such a thing. It was well known that the vampire strain affected only the Y chromosome. And not only was this girl a vampire, but she was starving. A vampire's fangs extended in accordance to their hunger; generally they were barely longer than any human's canines. To have fangs that made one look like a saber-toothed tiger, one probably hadn't had a sip of blood in nearly a month.
    The strange girl stepped uncomfortably close to Lena, her smile turning darker as she advanced. Her hands—nails long and painted red, Lena noticed absently—stretched out to grip Lena's arms. Bending down to bring her face close to Lena's hair, she sniffed.
    " You sssmell familiar," she lisped, fangs causing it to be hard to speak. Her voice was dry and husky; it hurt Lena's own throat just to hear it. Lena cringed away, until the girl forced Lena close to her, in a tight embrace, her long arms tightly clutching Lena's back. Oh no… In a second, Lena completely lost her fear. In fact, it seemed that she had completely lost control of her body. Sagging in the girl's grip until she was being held up by her strong arms, her head rolled back, her eyes fluttering closed. Dammit , a worried voice whispered in the back of her mind, but Lena couldn't bring herself to care.
    " I'm Lessslie ," the girl informed her, scraping her teeth slowly across Lena's neck. Even through the fog in her head, Lena could hear the slight twang of a Southern accent. The thoughts in the back of
    Lena's mind screamed, danger! Danger! But she couldn't bring her body to move.
    The tips of two sharp fangs pressed into her skin; she felt a tiny trickle of something wet trickle down her neck. Help me…
    The bathroom door burst open, letting in a bright blast of early-morning sunshine, and something else. Shoving the maroon-haired vampire aside, whoever it was grabbed Lena around the middle as she fell forward. Her nose pressed into the buttoned shirt of her rescuer, Lena's cotton-fuzzy mind struggled back to focus.
    "Are you crazy ?" a familiar, male voice boomed. Stepping backwards and briefly lifting Lena off her feet as he did so, her brain finally connected the dots. Gabriel?
    "Do you want to get kicked out of this school, too, Leslie?" Gabriel demanded. "I told you; you can't bite anybody here . Didn't I give you blood on Tuesday?"
    Leslie didn't reply, and Lena struggled from the boy's grip. He kept a tight hold on her wrist, tight enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Let go of me." Her voice was oddly quiet and dry. He ignored her, still scowling intently at the other vampire. She struggled. " Let go of me!" she managed to shout. He looked down on her.
    "Oh, I'm sorry for saving your life, you stupid idiot," he growled. She felt his eyes burning into her neck as he freed her wrist and she brought her hand up to touch it; blood smeared on her fingertips, and she let out an alarming squeak.
    Turning to Leslie, Lena spoke. "I don't know what's going on," she told her. "But at Chillhowie, you can't bite people. Ever. Go to the nurse if you're so hungry; she has extra bags frozen for emergencies."
    Shaking her head and snorting, Leslie stormed from the tiny bathroom. "This is ssso dumb," she grumbled underneath her breath. "Bagged blood? What’s next?"
    Turning to the mirror, Lena moistened a paper towel underneath the faucet and dabbed at her neck. It wasn't so bad, really, just a tiny prick in her skin, barely bigger than a needle's puncture. If she turned her collar up, nobody would even notice.
    "What just happened?" she finally asked Gabriel. An immature voice in the back of her mind sniggered. He's in the girl's bathroom.
    He sighed,