Gasping for air, pain throbbing through your head and chest, you look down at the broken bottle protruding from your ribs. Blood pools rapidly through your shirt, and the concrete beneath you grows colder by the second. Your hand feels incredibly heavy as you weakly grasp the smooth glass, your fading mind agonizing over whether you should pull it out or leave it. Giving up, your arm slumps back to the floor, your vision blurring under the moonlight. Suddenly, the rhythmic click-clack of heels echoes down the alley. A school girl steps into view, her silhouette blocking out the stars as she looks down at your dying body.

Her pale face and dark red eyes hover over you. A smirk spreads across her lips, revealing two sharp fangs as she casually dips her finger into the gushing blood on your chest.