Unlikely allies, even more unlikely enemies

Grenshaw was always fast; despite his semi-retirement, he could and often easily outmaneuvered and embarrassed his students during P.E, his maturity notwithstanding. Now, whatever limitations his humanity imposed on him were long gone, as the class dispersed in all directions, some hopping over their teacher's prone body as she was rubbed her needy sex through the soaked fabric of her panties, apparently oblivious to the chaos unfolding around her.

As David passed him, he saw a blur of movement in the corner of his eye, and the diminutive redhead who was trailing him disappeared. He couldn't help but look back, and passed the mass of uniforms he saw Grenshaw towering over them, his latest victim held aloft, legs kicking beneath her as he feeds on her, her collar pulled aside to expose a bra-strap beside his suckling lips. If she's screaming or not, he can't hear over the echoing cacophony of panic.

There's no order or communication between anyone, the crowd splits with each diverging hallway and open doorway, until they numbered less than a dozen. Amongst them, David recognises a few; the meathead asshole he'd speared in the side, the dyed blonde bimbo he assumed to be his girlfriend trailing well after him, a pair of lanky, mop-headed identical twins at the rear, and ahead of him, easily out pacing most with practised, effortless strides, David recognises the waggling braid and swaying, tight little ass beneath the too-short skirt and sky-blue knickers as the resident Blowjob queen's.

He eventually manages to grab her by her arm and pull her to a stop just by a corner, much to her fright, and receives a left hook to the eye, yelling as she struggles and screeches "stop, it's me!! David!".

She calms down, but still yanks her arm free, scowling as she spits "what the hell was that?! And what was he doing to the teacher!?".

"I think it's pretty obvious what he was doing t-"

"Not that! He was eating her! And she liked it!". She continues with disgust, hand pressed against her mouth, her idle contempt for David forgotten for the moment.

"I think he was just biting her, like he was sucking out her blood. I saw some freak do the same thing to Grenshaw, and now he just did it to whatshername, so I think she's gonna be the same".

"Then why are we just standing here?!" She snaps back, and turns to carry on after the rest, but David grabs her once more.

"Just stop and listen, Annie. They came from the main entrance, so there's probably more, at least Miss Baines and the original. We need to get out through one of the emergency stairways" David insists while pointing down the opposite hallway, which led to a stairway.

"I'm not going to the main entrance, I'm going to the gym. Genevieve and Elsie are still down there! Come on, if we're quick, we-".

"We can what, get eaten with them? Just text them to get out!" David exclaims in his disbelief, now checking conspiratorially over his shoulders at the concerningly quiet and empty corridor behind them.

"I can't, that old bitch took my phone, and I'm not leaving them behind! Genny wouldn't leave you behind!" She argues, a little louder than David would like, but now he was provoked.

"Are you fucking deluded? She absolutely would, she hates me!".

"No you idiot, she...whatever, we don't have time! You go wherever you want, I'm gonna go the gym" she huffs, before stomping away. David stops her, and puts a finger to his lips even as she smacks his arm away. Her defiance fades along with the colour in her cheeks as they finally hear frantic, heavy breathing and slick, sticky sounds from around the corner. Their squabbling quickly forgotten, they both press themselves against the wall, David somehow summoning up the courage to peer around the edge.

David's not sure how they managed to miss the commotion, but at the other end of the main hallway was what looked like the aftermath of an ambush. A pair of discarded figures barely made it a stone's throw from him, fed on and dumped on the shiny marble floor. He recognises the furthest as the Geography teacher Mr Ainsley, his admittedly impressive, blood-slick boner still standing tall even as he wasn't. He assumes the other with the torn clothing is one of the twins as just beside him, the other is being ridden by the receptionist, leggings torn open to allow his cock inside her as she bounces on it with mad vigour while she drinks from his neck.

The meathead was nowhere to be seen, but David was pretty sure the skinny, bare leg poking out from beneath the trio of squatting she-beasts belongs to his girlfriend. It twitched and tensed as they all shared her, faces buried against her body as they all mewled and slurped, asses waggling as they did. Considering how Miss Wilson reacted to her own feeding, he wasn't sure if that girl was in heaven or hell. Maybe a bit of both.

The girl peering passed him seemed to have conflicting reactions too, her cheeks flushed a rosy red, a hand pressed against her mouth. With a flick of his head, they both retreat out of sight again, before he sarcastically asks "you still wanna go that way?".

"...kind of..." .