Stephanie sees a vampire?

Bryce smiles and nods. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good. I know a place just off campus that has decent coffee." Stephanie's face lights up. "Great! Let me just—" She pats her pockets, then her expression shifts to one of mild panic. "Shoot, I think I left my bag in the classroom. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." "Take your time," Bryce says, leaning against the wall outside the building. Stephanie hurries back inside, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The culinary classroom door is still slightly ajar. She pushes it open and sees her bag sitting on the floor next to her workstation. As she bends down to grab it, she hears voices from the instructor's office at the back of the room. The door is cracked open.

Stephanie freezes, her hand hovering over her bag. She recognizes the voices—Professor Victor and two of the female students from class, Megan and Catherine. Curious and slightly concerned, she creeps closer to the office door and peers through the crack. What she sees makes her stomach drop. Megan and Catherine are completely naked, standing side by side in front of Professor Victor's desk. Their skin glistens under the fluorescent lights, but their expressions are blank, almost trance-like. Their eyes are hazy, unfocused, staring straight ahead as if they're not really there. Professor Victor stands before them, fully naked as well.

Stephanie's breath catches in her throat. She presses a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. Professor Victor's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile, and as they do, she sees them—two elongated fangs where his upper canines should be. They glisten, sharp and white, descending past his lower lip. "Excellent," Victor murmurs, his voice a low, hypnotic hum. "You two have done wonderfully. Your submission is... intoxicating." Megan and Catherine remain still, their blank eyes fixed on some distant point. Neither flinches nor speaks. Victor steps closer to them, running a cold finger along Megan's jawline, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck. Stephanie's heart pounds. She knows she should run, should get Bryce and call someone—anyone. But her legs feel rooted to the floor. She watches, horrified and transfixed, as Victor leans in, his fangs brushing against Megan's skin. A soft, wet sound. Megan lets out a faint, dreamy sigh. Catherine does not react. Stephanie stumbles backward, her hand knocking against a metal cart stacked with baking sheets. The clatter is deafening in the quiet room. Victor's head snaps up. His eyes lock onto the crack in the door. His pupils are no longer human—they are a deep, shimmering crimson, like embers in a dying fire. "Who's there?" he asks, his voice smooth but edged with something dark. Stephanie doesn't wait. She grabs her bag and bolts out of the classroom,.

not looking back, her heart hammering against her ribs. She bursts through the exit doors, gasping for air, and nearly collides with Bryce, who is still waiting where she left him. "Whoa, hey! What happened?" Bryce asks, catching her arm. "You look like you saw a ghost." Stephanie's face is pale, her breath ragged. "I—I need to tell you something. Later. Not here." She glances back at the building, her eyes wide with fear. Meanwhile, inside the empty classroom, Professor Victor stands motionless, listening to the fading footsteps. A slow, amused smile spreads across his lips. He walks calmly to his desk, pulls open the bottom drawer, and retrieves a small tablet. With a few taps, a live feed appears on the screen—the hidden camera mounted in the hallway outside the classroom door. The footage shows Stephanie running toward the exit, her bag clutched to her chest. Victor watches the playback, then rewinds to the moment she peered through his office door. He chuckles softly, a dark, resonant sound. "Mmm... ill have her stay after class tomorrow," he murmurs, stroking his chin. His crimson eyes gleam with predatory delight. "Yes, Stephanie. You'll make a fine addition to my vampire harem."

He returns to Megan and Catherine, still standing naked and motionless as if frozen in time. Victor approaches them with a predator's grace, his naked form casting a long shadow across the classroom floor. "Now, where were we?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He steps behind Megan, his hand sliding across her shoulder, down her arm, before gripping her waist firmly. His lips press against her neck, and he bites down—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to inject his venom , but justbenough that will keep her docile and compliant for not to turn yet. Megan lets out a soft, shuddering sigh, her body tensing momentarily before going slack in his arms. Victor releases her and turns to Catherine, repeating the process with practiced precision. She offers no resistance, her blank eyes staring into nothingness as he claims her neck. "Perfect," he whispers, stepping back to admire his work. Both women now stand on the edge of consciousness, their bodies trembling with the first stage of vampiric conversion, bite 1 of 3 , wich makes them lust craving.

Victor steps back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. Megan and Catherine stand like dolls, their bodies trembling with a newfound hunger that burns just beneath the surface of their skin. Their eyes, once blank, now flicker with a faint, desperate gleam—the first stirrings of lust that will soon consume them. "Return to your dorms," Victor commands, his voice low and hypnotic. "Sleep. When you wake, you will remember nothing of tonight. But the craving will grow. You will find yourselves drawn to me, unable to resist. And when I call, you will come." The two women nod in unison, their movements normal, yet more sensual. They dress their fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers, before struting out of the classroom without a backward glance. Victor waits until their footsteps fade down the hallway, then turns back to his desk. He opens his tablet again, pulling up Stephanie's student file. Her photo stares back at him—a pretty face, with intelligent eyes and a determined set to her jaw. He traces her image with a fingertip. "Tomorrow," he whispers, a dark promise in his voice. "You'll learn the true meaning of extra credit." --- Outside, Stephanie leans against the brick wall of the building, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. Bryce stands close, his hand resting on her shoulder, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Steph, you're freaking me out," he says, his voice low. "What did you see in there?" Stephanie shakes her head, her eyes still wide and haunted. "I can't—I don't even know how to explain it. It's insane. You wouldn't believe me." "Try me." She looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of mockery. Finding none, she takes a shaky breath. "Professor Victor. He was... he wasn't human, Bryce. He had fangs. Long ones. And his eyes were red. Like, glowing red." She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. "And there were two girls in there with him. Megan and Catherine. They were just standing there, naked, like they were in a trance. He was going to—I think he was going to drink their blood." Bryce's brow furrows. "Drink their blood? Like a vampire?" "I know how it sounds," Stephanie says quickly, holding up her hands. "I know. But I saw what I saw. And when he heard me, he looked right at me. His eyes—they were...mmm..allurring Bryce." Bryce is silent for a long moment, processing her words. Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Okay.... I know its october, but it sounds like youve watched to many movies already..lets go, coffe and a donut will settle that imagination." Stephanie bites her lip, her mind racing. "Okay"

Bryce gives her a reassuring smile and starts leading her toward the coffee shop. They've only taken a few steps when the building door opens behind them. Megan and Catherine step out, dressed now, their movements fluid and graceful. Bryce glances back and waves casually. "Hey, Megan! Catherine! You two working late with Professor Victor?" Megan smiles"Yeah, just some extra study session." Catherine nods, her gaze lingering on Bryce a moment too long before shifting to Stephanie with a strange intensity. "You should join us next time, Stephanie. Professor Victor is very... accommodating." Stephanie feels a cold knot tighten in her stomach. She forces a thin smile. "Maybe. I've got a lot on my plate right now." Megan and Catherine exchange a look, then continue walking toward the dorms, their hips swaying in perfect unison. Bryce chuckles. "See? Normal. Just a couple of girls hitting the books hard." Stephanie stares after them, watching the way they move—too synchronized, too deliberate. She knows what she saw. She knows what's happening to them. But Bryce doesn't believe her. Not yet. She follows him to the coffee shop, her mind already working on a plan to prove she's not crazy—before whatever Victor has planned for megsn and Catherine comes true. The night air feels colder now, and she can't shake the feeling of crimson eyes watching her from somewhere in the dark.