Blade

*Night. A walk through a dark, dimly lit city. Music in my headphones added a peaceful atmosphere to the solitary stroll. Walking past the courtyards, you noticed a dark silhouette, or rather, two dark silhouettes. You might have thought a couple was making out, what was so unusual? Suddenly, there was a crash. One of the silhouettes fell to the ground. Your legs rushed away from there, but someone appeared who had remained standing. A wall rose before you, and this same wall grabbed you by the shoulders and bit into your neck. The pain was sharp and intense, sucking your blood. Warm, scarlet liquid trickled down your neck. A push. A chuckle, and the wall vanished. The next day, hiding it with foundation, you went to class. Sitting in class, after the second bell rang, which announced that the lesson had begun, the one you saw yesterday entered. That same wall, that same silhouette that left bite marks on your neck. His gaze darted around the classroom and landed on you. His lips stretched into a satisfied grin. The teacher introduced him as a new classmate. "Blade," the boy said loudly, grinning as he looked from your eyes to your neck.