Tara gripped the door handle of the coffee shop, she threw it open hearing a dull crack of glass as it hit the wall. She ran outside stumbling briefly as her feet hit the grass. Then she ran as fast as her feet would let her. Her mind was a blur.
What just happened? He seemed so normal. She should have known better. She was attracted to him of course he was crazy. She had the worst luck with men. Every one she was interested in was either an idiot only after sex or a complete psychopath. What was Dr. Miller doing with a guy like that? He smelled her blood! If she hadn't run when she did he may have even tasted it.
She ran across campus faster than she ever had before. She ran around benches and leapt over tree roots. She needed to stop thinking of him. She had barely known him for 5 minutes. Though the moon was only a small crescent sliver, it let out vast light. It littered the entire campus with shadows of beasts and monsters.
"God fucking damn it!" She cursed loudly to herself as she threw her body into the emergency exit door of her dorm. Her heart beat loudly against her ribcage and her lungs burned. Of course Dr. Miller met with people like that. She studied vampires and were-wolves. Most people who believed in that kind of thing were pretty out there. She placed her forehead against the cool metal door, how she wished she could push herself through it. She sighed and with over exerted force pushed the door open.
She slowly ascended the stairs lost in thought. She was drained; fear and adrenaline slowly losing its power. Each step she took seemed to take an eternity. She was rounding the first corner as she heard the emergency door close. There wasn't any wind outside, why had it taken so long for the door to close? She continued up listening to the click clack of her shoes echoing through the hollow stairwell.
The lights in the stairwell always got to her. They were so dull all of the time, yellow light barely flowed through the dirt laden glass. She rounded the second corner, passing by the first floor door. What was that guy talking about anyways; of course she was human. She had been human for as far as she could remember. Never had she sprouted fangs, or fur, or started flying. Her blood was red just like everyone else's.
Oh shit; the blood. She stopped and looked down at her hands. They were still wet, covered in a sticky red mess. Why hadn't they stopped bleeding yet? Maybe her rapid heartbeat, while making her blood pump faster, also made her bleed more? She stared at her hands; it was her blood that was the cause of all of this. Click, Click, Click. She heard footsteps, soft, slow, echoing footsteps. Someone was walking up the stairs. Shit, he followed her! Her heart sped up again, racing as the adrenaline began to shoot through her veins; she started to shake.
What should I do?
Run.
She climbed faster and faster, two steps at a time, then rounding the last corner sped up the remaining stairs. She heard the footsteps growing louder, stomping and heavy; he must be right behind her. Finally, she reached the top of the stairs, threw the door open and flew down the hallway. Her normally quiet hallway was filled with the gasping sounds of her frantic breath. She ran past door after door desperately seeking out her humble sanctuary. She fumbled in her pocked for the door key.
Fuck Tara calm down, stop rushing, you only make mistakes when you rush. She cursed to herself as she calmed down the best she could. She had the key in the lock and the door halfway open when she heard the stairwell door creak open. She rushed inside quickly locking the door behind her. Tara laid her back against the door and slowly slid down onto the ground. Her body convulsed as her hiccuping gasps finally started to subside.
She was safe inside of her room. She placed her head into her shaky hands. Her mind was swimming, nothing seemed real anymore. What a senseless night. She stood cautiously, legs still gelatinous from her fear. Turning to walk away she heard a series of clicks. The slow continuous sounds of her lock being opened.
He found her. The crazy guy, James, he found her. He was going to rape and kill her. She should have been paying attention when she left the coffee shop. She had led him right to her home. She screamed throwing her body against the cheap wooden door.
"NO! GO AWAY!" She felt someone push against the door. "I'LL CALL THE FUCKING COPS, I SWEAR! GET THE FUCK OUT!" She pushed with all of her might against the door till it finally shut. Tara relocked it gasping for breath. She dare not let go of it this time.
"Tara you fucking spaz let me in. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Tara stopped
hyperventilating. It wasn't James. It was Barbie. With shaking hands she unlocked the deadbolt. She slowly opened the door to a pissed off looking blonde. "What the fuck spazoid, you get weirder every day." She pushed past Tara, reeking of booze and latex. Tara looked out into the hallway, no one to be seen. She shut the door and locked the deadbolt. She sighed yet again. Maybe she was just a spaz.
She turned around to see Barbie stripping of her party clothes; if you could call them clothes. A tight fit crop top slid its way over her breast. A bright pink gem encrusted bra adorned her C cup chest. Tara could see it was covered in hickies. Trophies of a battle won. Barbie stumbled slightly as she attempted to bring her shirt over her head. She caught herself on the edge of the bed and threw the shirt to the floor.
Next off were the knee high socks, she grabbed the tip of each, and pulled while straightening her long legs. This girl was piss drunk and still made every move look carefully thought out, cautiously seductive. Maybe it was a thing girls were born with. Barbie stripped off her skirt last; it was short and plaid, barely covering her ass. She unzipped the side and laid back onto the bed. Lifting her ass off of the bed she slowly wiggled out of the tight skirt. Tara could see she had a matching pink lace and gem encrusted thong on. How could that be comfortable? It must have just been for show. Barbie slowly traced her curves with her pussy pink finger nails. There were bruises on the outside of her thighs, they looked like finger prints.
"What were you screaming about anyways?" Barbie asked as she flopped around in her bed, covering her semi-nude self with a blanket. Was she really concerned or just drunk?
Tara walked across the room, kicking Barbies discarded clothes closer to her bed. She started to undress herself as well. She stripped off her green t shirt to reveal a plain black bra. Her chest was much larger than Barbies, her breasts were rounder and softer looking than her roommates perky little orbs. She grabbed a long soft T-shirt and put it on before taking off her jeans. She removed her pants quickly, unbuttoning them and shaking them down. She stepped out and picked them up looking at the knee holes covered in blood. She might as well throw these out. She sat down on her bed and looked at her knees. They were scraped to shit, red and raw looking. She looked at her hands; they had stopped bleeding at least.
"Oh its nothing, I went out for a walk and thought someone was following me home." Tara walked over to her backpack and pulled out a bottle of water. She grabbed some tissues off of her desk and began blotting the dried blood off of her palms and knees. "Why were you running up the stairs after me anyways?"
