Your Journey Takes You to Another Empty Classroom...Again

You kept fighting Alena's pull, your mind so focused on getting away from the bizarre woman that you barely paid attention to your surroundings. Given that the only sounds were still your sneakers and Alena's heeled boots moving across the ground, rest assured that you and Alena were the only ones in the hallway. Or, at the very least, the only people in this section of the hallway. So, your current location didn't really matter. Or you didn't until Alena burst into some random room, and then you realized that it would probably be useful to know where on Earth this mad woman is taking you.

Luckily, you were still in school, which meant that there weren't many diabolical areas she could take you. You took a moment to finally take in your surroundings, You were in the art room, which was empty, which was a bit strange given the fact that Evelyn basically lived in here during after-school hours. You turned around to face the woman who had practically kidnapped you, your brows furrowed in annoyance, and you yanked your wrist out of her grasp. Earlier, you were having difficulties freeing yourself, so Alena probably let you go of her own accord. Most likely because she was exhausted from running, dragging you along, and also fighting to keep you from escaping, given that she was currently panting as she leaned against one of the work benches in the room. That mask probably isn't the best for circulation either.

You took a minute to recall the events from before as you rubbed your wrist. That's when you remembered, Alena had just punched Dana in the face. Not just punch her, your were pretty dam sure she broke the bully's nose. Out of instinct, you pointed an accusing finger toward the edgelord before trying to scold her. "Are you crazy-" You stopped your sentence short upon realizing that yes, this girl was in fact insane and that pointing out the obvious was unnecessary. Your arm lowered slightly as you tried to find the right words before straightening it back out again once you did, "Dana was already pissed off at you. But now you've really done it!" You began to yell at her, though the masked woman seemed uninterested in what you were saying given the fact that she didn't bother to even look at you. Instead, she chose to stare at her bandaged hands. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" you called out, though once again, she paid you no mind. Your eyes trailed down, crossing past the areas of beautiful bare skin, tattoos, and her bra to see what exactly had Alena's attention.

A crimson splotch of blood painted the white that covered Alena's hand. The thought of Alena being hurt crossed your mind before you dismissed it in favor of the more likely possibility that it was Dana's blood from when Alena had decked her in face. The blood had been absorbed by the bandages, leaving them stained. Any that wasn't absorbed probably flew off when the edgelord was making her mad dash in the hallways. You took your eyes off the blood and looked back at Alena's face, which seemed to be contemplation, at least as far as you could tell given that you only have her left eye to work with given that the rest of her face was covered and her zipper, which seemingly moved, was currently resting in a neutral position.

Without a word, Alena reached her opposite hand to her face and grasped onto her mask's zipper, pulling it to the other side and opening it up. She then raised her other hand up and brought it close to her face before her tongue shot out between the zipper's teeth and she began to....lick it. She was licking Dana's blood. You stood there in shock as you watched the edgelord's tongue trail over the bodily fluid. It didn't look like she was attempting to clean off the blood from her bandages, but rather that she was tasting it. That was fucking hot. Also fucking disgusting. "That's a fantastic way to get an STD-" Your sentence was stopped short once more, though this time it was from Alena, who decided to finally speak.

"B-Negative." Alena's deep voice drowned out your own. Alena's grey eye trailed toward you, looking you straight in the eyes and trying to gauge your reaction. You couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose. Trying to weird you out as some form of assuement, but you knew one thing was for sure.

"I refuse to believe that." You stated bluntly, the shock on your face had vanished, being replaced by a slightly annoyed neutral expression.

"You doubt my knowledge, mortal?" Alena crossed her arms as she questioned you.

"No, I doubt the fact that you were actually able taste what her blood-type is." You retorted, pointing your finger at her once more, "So, it's more like I doubt that you have the actual ability to do it."

Alena let out her trademark high-pitch, breathy laugh before going off on one of her nonsensical ramblings, "Information analysis is but one of many basic skills learned in hemomancy! As I, Alena Paek the Almighty, the most powerful sorceress in the twenty-seven realms, am a master of nearly every form of the dark arts, it is truly foolhardy to think I lack the ability to decipher that insignificant barbarian's meager blood type!" Alena boasted, her voice echoing across the empty room as she flashily posed several times during her speech.

You stood there mostly unimpressed, deciding to ignore Alena's usual fanaticism and instead try to come up with a more plausible explanation. There was a chance that she was just making shit up. Just randomly choosing a blood type for Dana. But then something crossed your mind, causing your eyes to widen in realization. "You're that wackjob who breaks into the nurse's office to read people's medical information, aren't you?" Your accusation caused Alena to cross her arms over her chest again, pressing them tightly against her breasts. The edgelord then looked away, staring to her right, down at the floor. "Mrs. Phil has been on the lookout for you for years."

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you before Alena looked back at you and began to walk forward. You backed up slowly as Alena continued toward you; eventually, your bare back touched the cold wall behind you, causing you to shiver for a second. With nowhere left to turn, Alena reached you, placing a hand on your shoulder and moving her face close to your own. Her bushy eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. "As if someone as powerful as me would require inscriptions to detail such basic information like that." Alena towered over you; she was already a natural 5'11 and, with her heels, she was 6'2. "Kehehe, your accusation is pathetic at best."

Alena had chuckled slightly, which you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Hopefully a good one, given how uncomfortable you were being so close to a woman while both of you were only in your underwear. You slowly place a hand onto Alena's own, pushing it off your shoulder. "So, let's get down to actual business, shall we?" You asked, trying to be as polite as you could since you didn't want any further trouble. Alena stepped back away from you, now being at a much more preferable talking distance, "Why the hell did you drag me with you?"