Carnivorous Casanova

The teacher, who revealed herself to be Mrs Wilson during her call to the front desk, let out a frustrated sigh after returning the desk phone to it's receiver, rubbing her furrowed brow before addressing the class, now murmuring in mild concern.

"Alright, alright, settle down. Evidently there was an incident at the front gates, but it's likely been dealt with. There is no-one in the building that shouldn't be".

"But-" David began, but was quickly cut off by Mrs Wilson's icy rebuttal.

"IF there was cause for concern, one of the staff members dealing with the incident would have alerted the desk, who in turn would have alerted us. Since that hasn't happened-".

"I saw it happen! I saw Gr-...someone attack Miss Baines!".

"If you did, The infirmary hasn't made any kind of outgoing call, so whatever happened can't have been urgent, certainly not urgent to disrupt my class" she replies dismissively, with a flick of her little hand.

"I was being chased through the corridors!" He exclaims in frustrated desperation; surely they can't really be this dismissive of him. Surely they understand their duty of care enough to...well, care.

"Young man, I have had enough of your dramatics! I don't know if your exaggerating, delusional or outright lying, but frankly, I don't care. You will sit in the corner as I continue with the lesson until a member of staff comes to collect you, so you can justify to them your tardiness, along with your **** on a student".

Evidently not.

David felt his cheeks flush and grow with outrage and humiliation as the class around him snickers once more. Fuck this, he thought to himself; he needed to get to some member of staff not so pig-headed.

He turns away and storms off, shoving aside the mocking students as he ignores the teacher's sharp protests right up until he swings the door open. He freezes, the red mist dissipating from his eyes at what he sees.

Grenshaw, white as a sheet, stumbling towards him up the empty hallway, each step making an ominous, echoing clack. His jacket was gone, his tight, white t-shirt turned a messy pink with soaked blood, more dripping from his face and smeared across the cream walls as he drags his wet palm along.

David's grows nearly as pale as his former P.E teacher at the sight. He barely notices Miss Wilson come to his side, likely just to reprimand him some more, only to shove passed him and hurry over to Grenshaw. He reaches for her as she passes, but daren't leave the classroom after her.

"Oh my god, Harvey?!" She exclaims as she rushes to him, classmates now gathering around the open door to get a view, elbowing and crowding David as they did. He still couldn't find his voice, even as she puts a concerned hand on his bloody cheek. Even as she turns to the class and screams at them to get the first aid kit behind her desk, and they all scream back as creature finally rears it's lowered head, grabs a fistful of her blouse and reels her back into his arms, tearing it open as he does, and biting down on her skinny throat.

She never screams. Her eyes merely widen, her mouth hanging open as she elicits a weak gasp. The torn rags of the top of her blouse hang around her waist, her modest chest wrapped in a black full cup bra. He slips a hand underneath a cup and pulls free a breast, her humble little nipple poking between his fingers as he toys with it, even as a thick crimson rivulet runs down from her throat, slavering her breast like gravy on pork, smearing it acrossing the prickling flesh. Despite his horror, David's cock twitches beneath his pants at the sight, and Miss Wilson's erotic mewlings as her attacker finds her panties.

The throng of classmates huddled at the open door can't help but watch in shocked, confused, and frankly aroused silence as she seems to surrender to his will, leaning back against him, her eyelids fluttering, his suckling on her neck sounding almost affectionate. He reaches down her side and undoes the clasp on her pencil skirt, ripping it with a loud tearing sound in his eagerness before letting it drop to her feet, then finding the hem of her black panties with a roaming hand, disappearing beneath to lazily finger Miss Wilson.

Her now urgent, needy moans of shameless pleasure makes David's cheeks flush once more. The depravity of the situation finally wakes some of the students from their gobsmacked stupor, and they're panicky questions and exclamations of possibly faked disgust catches Grenshaw's attention once more, his gaze returning to the crowd...no, to David.

Terror has his heart thumping in his ears once more. Grenshaw loses interest in Miss Wilson, lost to her own strange animal lust, frantically masturbating as she's discarded to slowly crumple to her knees, leaning against the wall, smiling wistfully as she rubs her cunt and her still raw bite mark. Grenshaw's prodigious boner might've been funny, if not for his bloody, fanged maw. As it was, the students were terrified into silence once more.

David, **** to escape his piercing gaze, finally break the spell with a hard shove at those in front, and a scream at the top of his voice.

"RUN!".