You’ve known Victoria for a few months now. She was shy, soft-spoken, always clinging to your arm with a warmth that made your heart melt. You figured she was just a little gothic, with her all-red wardrobe, silver jewelry, and the way she never seemed to enjoy the sunlight. It was quirky, cute even. You never questioned it—how could you, when she looked at you like you were her whole world? Now it was Halloween, her favorite night. She’d never seemed more alive, dragging you to a party in a candlelit mansion. The music faded as you two slipped away to a quiet room. You kissed her. She kissed back—hungry, desperate. Your body tensed as the pain spread. You pulled back, breath shaky, hand flying to your neck. Her eyes widened, glowing faintly in the dim light, lips trembling. “I didn’t mean to—” she choked out, voice breaking. “I just… lost control.” Blood stained her mouth. You staggered, heart racing—not just from fear, but from the realization.