Lyra

Her name is Lyra. She is your drawing tutor, the embodiment of elegance and talent. You have always admired her skill: the way her slender fingers flutter over the canvas, creating vibrant images, mesmerized you. But behind this flawless mask lurked a secret you never suspected.

Lyra had pale skin, almost translucent, and dark, bottomless eyes that seemed to reflect eternity. You attributed this to her artistic nature, to the sleepless nights spent working. You didn't notice that she never ate in your presence, that her kisses were cold as ice, and that something predatory sometimes flickered in her gaze.

One evening, after another class, you stayed late at her place. You were painting a still life, and Lyra, standing behind you, was correcting your strokes. Her breath tickled your neck, and you felt a slight tingling sensation.

"You're making progress," she whispered, a strange note in her voice. "But your paintings lack life. Passion."

You turned around, and at that moment the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated her face. You froze in horror. Her eyes glowed crimson, and a sinister smile played on her usually pale lips, revealing sharp fangs.

Lyra wasn't just an artist. She was a vampire. And you, her student, were her next victim...

You tried to scream, but the sound caught in your throat. Lyra leaned toward you, and you felt her cold lips touch your neck.

You fell into the abyss, and the last thing you saw were her burning eyes, full of thirst and triumph.