Biting the hand that feeds you

Mr Grenshaw, never wanting to miss an opportunity to show off his brute strength, strides over to the gate, putting on his best authoritative tone as he declares "alright, Mister. I'm only gonna ask once more; leave the premises, so I don't have to resort to man-handling".

Predictably, the raggedy stranger responds with more mindless gnashing and grasping at thin air. Grenshaw reaches past his probing and gives his sunken, malnourished chest a hard shoving, sending him reeling back, bare feet stumbling backwards, before reaching around the gate, fiddling with it's heavy lock to undo it.

Then, with a terrifyingly sudden burst of speed, the stranger lunges back at the P.E teacher, deceptively frail looking hands grabbing his offered arm and yanking him against the gate, the brawny ex-athlete's struggling barely contending his iron grip as his heads rears, mouth wide open to reveal yellowed teeth, most prominently a set of long, bestial fangs.

They disappear into Mr Grenshaw's thick, veiny forearm with a sickening crunch, he and the Headmistress both screaming as he did. The gates rattle as his struggling beckons urgent and panicky, while his assailant snarled and slurped on his arm.

In an uncharacteristic show of concern, Ainsley sprints to his aid, fumbling through his many pockets until he produces a little bottle of pepper spray and, with trembling fingers, empties it's full contents into the monster's wild eyes.

It immediately reacts, releasing Grenshaw's arm as it cowers back, clawing at it's bloodshot eyes. A pale, sickly looking Grenshaw meanwhile staggers back on weak legs, falling to his knees and curling up as he whimpers and whines, clutching his bleeding arm. Miss Baines hurries to his side as quickly as her heels will allow.

"Oh my god...Mr Grenshaw?! Mr Grenshaw, are you okay?! Can you hear me?! Terrence, g-get the nurse, quickly!" She wails in her panic, What little authority she ever had lost in her weak stammering. Regardless, Ainsley does as he's told in a sprint, whilst Baines puts what she hopes is a comforting hand on Grenshaw's back. She looks back at the bloody-faced assailant as he squats to Grenshaw's level behind the gate, looking back through red, watery eyes, already reaching back through the gates towards them, his face wet with blood.

Unnerved, she turns away from him, hunched over the shivering Mr Grenshaw, offering what would be a generous eyeful of cleavage should he look up as she cooes her concern. Instead he just spasms and pants, his breathing laboured as the color seems to drain from his skin. Then all at once, he goes quiet, and still, staring at the ground between him and Baine's long, stocking-clad legs.

"Mr Grenshaw...Harvey? Are...are you okay?" She cautiously probes, addressing him by his first name for the first time ever.

Silence, absent even of the sound of his breath, than a slow, solemn nod.

She let's an audible sigh of relief, smiling warmly as she exclaims "oh Mr Grenshaw, thank goodness, I thought you we-".

Her relief is short-lived, as she's interrupted mid-sentence by a snarling Grenshaw reaching up, grabbing her by her collar, popping a pair of buttons free from the strained fabric and revealing a full, strained lacy cup of her bra as she's yanked down to meet his rising, open mouth, freshly grown fangs finding and sinking deep into her throat.