Viciously, they punctured her neck with their fangs. Her once deep drown eyes turned purple as the evil was injected into her body. Her blood burned as the monsters lapped up the crimson liquid.
Once they were done, they left her for dead in the cold, dark, alleyway.
----Earlier that Day------
Clara walked through the highschool with her best friend Kyle. The pair hadnt spoken since the beginning of the schoolweek, and it was now Friday. Kyle looked at her worriedly, hellbent on finding out the problem.
"Hey, Clara, you've been very quiet and distant lately... You doing alright? No problems with your step father?"
"I'm fine, dont worry about me.." she said softly as they entered their english class.
Kyle and Clara had been friends since elementary school when her family moved to Cincinatti, Ohio from Charleston, West Virginia. They always told each other everything, no matter the issue, but now she was retreating from him. He knew of her problems with her step father, he beat her when he came home drunk.. constantly called her worthless... Oh how he hated him.
He laid awake that night and thought of anything that could be bothering her. He never knew that she was in a dark corner of the city, nearly being mauled to death.
Clara stood up and began walking home slowly, crying at the pain she felt in her leg.
'I think I sprained my ankle...' she thought as she limped. 'Why do these things always happen to me?'
She slumped against a building and slid to the ground, beginning to cry. Without her knowing, her wounds slowly healed. Her body began to feel lighter. As she stood, Clara looked at her reflection in a puddle. Bright purple eyes replaced those of dark brown, black streaks ran through her hair.
"W-what the hell?"
She turned her head and moved her hair to see the fang marks. The many pairs faded while a single pair remained.
She took off running into the night, in search of her best friend's home.