Nothing, he frozen from indecision

Bryce recoiled as Cortney’s fingers fumbled at her waistband, her moans turning feverish. His stomach lurked—this wasn’t her. Not really. The venom was rewriting her, twisting hunger into something predatory and slick. Dave yanked him backward. “She’s gone, man. We can’t help her now.” The tire iron trembled in his grip as shadows pooled at the edges of the aisle. Bryce’s throat burned. Stephanie did this. The thought was a knife twist. He’d trusted her. And now Cortney was— A book crashed to the floor upstairs. Then another. Something was moving in the stacks. Fast.

A female, pale as moonlight, Bryce reconized her, it was cecila Henderson, they went to high school together. He heard she apply to this colloge, but never heard if she gotvaccepted, now he knows she did. DAVE tried to pull Bryce towards the entrance, but Cecilia moved faster. She lunged, knocking Dave sideways into a shelf. Books rained down as he grunted, barely keeping his footing. "Run!" Dave shouted, but Bryce was frozen, watching Cortney’s body arched on the table, The venom was accelerating, her transformation warping her need.

Cecilia’s lips curled into a fanged smile as she advanced, her movements unnaturally fluid. Bryce stumbled back, his shoulder hitting a shelf as Cortney’s moans crescendoed behind him—her fingers now rubbing at her pussy in her pants. Dave swung the tire iron, but Cecilia caught his wrist with a snarl, her grip crushing. Bones creaked, and Dave cried out as she flung him into a study desk, wood splintering under the impact. Bryce’s breath came in ragged bursts. Stephanie did this. All of it. The betrayal seared through him, sharpening his terror into rage., yet his own lust slightly building as he watching Cortney, fingering herself , moans of bliss.

The library’s fluorescent lights flickered violently as Cecilia’s laughter echoed between the shelves—a sound like shattering glass. Bryce’s pulse roared in his ears, drowning out Cortney’s wet, shuddering gasps. Her fingers worked faster between her legs, her back arching off the table as the venom rewrote her nerves into wires of pure, twisted pleasure. Dave groaned, struggling to rise from the wreckage of the desk. Blood trickled from his temple, but his grip on the tire iron never loosened. "Bryce—move!" Cecilia lunged again, her fangs glinting.

Cecilia’s fingers dug into Bryce’s collar, her breath cold against his neck. "Stephanie sends her regards," she purred, fangs grazing his jugular. Bryce’s body betrayed him—his pulse spiked, his skin flushing hot even as terror clawed up his throat. Behind him, Cortney’s moans crescendoed, her hips bucking against her own hand. The venom had rewired her, turned desperation into something obscene. Dave swung the tire iron again, but Cecilia caught it mid-air, twisting it from his grip with a sickening crunch of bone. Cecila- go to her..or hi to cortney..your choice..or..we could have fun, after all you did like me in highschool, but I turned you down.

Cecilia’s grip tightened, her lips brushing Bryce’s ear. “Stephanie always knew you’d be too weak to resist,” she whispered, her voice dripping with venom and something darker—hunger. Bryce’s vision swam. Cortney’s moans filled the air, her fingers working faster, her body writhing against the table as the venom consumed her. Dave groaned, clutching his broken wrist, but his eyes locked onto Bryce—pleading, furious. Then, a crash.

The library doors burst open with a splintering crash. Bryce barely had time to register the blur of motion before Stephanie herself stood framed in the doorway, her eyes glowing crimson. The coven’s sigil burned black against her throat—a mark of loyalty. , naked and her skin as pale as Cecilia’s. Cecilia hissed, releasing Bryce as she turned toward Stephanie. "You're early," she purred, licking her lips. Stephanie’s gaze flickered to Cortney—still writhing on the table—then to Bryce. Her expression twisted between hunger and something almost like regret. "You weren’t supposed bite her, she was to be his after" she murmured. Dave seized the moment, swinging the tire iron at Cecilia’s skull.

The tire iron connected with a sickening crack, sending Cecilia sprawling into a bookshelf. Bryce didn’t wait—he staggered toward Cortney, her body still convulsing with unnatural pleasure. Her pupils were blown black, lips parted in a moan as her fingers worked frantically between her thighs. "Cor—" His voice broke. She grabbed his wrist with shocking strength, pulling him down. Her breath hitched, feverish. "Bryce... please..." Her other hand fumbled for his belt, nails scraping his hip. The venom had erased shame, leaving only need. Dave shouted a warning as Cecilia rose, her skull knitting back together with unnatural speed. Stephanie stepped forward, blocking her path. "Hes hers now cc.....and that pisses me off"

Dave shouted a warning as Cecilia rose, her skull knitting back together with unnatural speed. Stephanie stepped forward, blocking her path. "Hes hers now cc.....and that pisses me off." Cecilia snarled, her fangs bared, but Stephanie’s crimson glare held her in place. The air crackled with tension—until Cortney’s desperate whimper shattered it. Her fingers clawed at Bryce’s jeans, her body writhing beneath him, slick with sweat and need. The venom had burned away everything but hunger. Bryce’s breath came ragged as she yanked his belt loose, her nails scraping his stomach. Bryce- Cortney...i..i