Don't give glitter to a zombie

Hungry

It was the guy from the nurses, only he was patched up as best as a high school nurse could, a bandaid here and there, and getting a better look at him he would be considered cute, but what was attracting me was not his face but his arm, it had a gash on the side, and the scab that had formed over it had broke, letting blood drip from it. It was driving me wild, the slow motion of it as it slid down his arm into what seemed to be a bowl and a note.
After a few minutes of me almost drooling over the gash the guy spoke up  in a deep voice, "Hey your that chick from the nurses, could you help me out, "
I rose my eyebrow and now looked at his legs, they where tide to the bar of the fire exit, "a random guy tied me up and cut my arm, the said fill the bowl up or die in a really scary voice," I sigh and start to kneel but stop, eyeing the half full bowl, "hey why aren't you untying me?"
"If you give me that bowl of blood and not say anything about it, then I'll untie you," I say in a odd voice, it was deeper and more scratcher then my new voice, the guy gave me a horrified look before nodding his head,
"What ever you say, vampire chick," he say with a smirk, " now untie me or we'll both be late to class," I nod then quickly untie him, he stretched and covered his arm, "whelp, see you, vampire chick," he then dashed into the building, I tilt my head but chuckle, but a strong gust of wind drew the smell back to my nose, I look over at the blood before scooping it up into my hands, they were shaking, was I really about to drink this stuff? My stomach answered that for me, a sudden churning pain urged me to drink it, almost begging me to drink it, so I did, I tapped the bowl twice on the rail next to me and I chugged it in one swig, it was cold due to the winter weather but the cold made it seem better, it had clotted a bit due to the time that guy was out here, giving the blood a wonderful texture, I felt happy and full.
I drop the bowl, oh my god, I just...... Drank blood, my body made me drink blood, that guy's blood is being digested in my stomach right now. I wanted to feel sick, disgusted ,but I couldn't bring my self to it, I fall to my knees, but a piece of paper fluttered down beside me, I pick it up desperate for something to distract me, I open it,

"Welcome sister, for your painful journey I leave you a gift, enjoy it,
From
Brother Z"

I raise my eyebrows, this was so weird, I have no idea what to do, I could ask the twins for help, but then I would have to tell then what happen, and That would end one of ether two ways, they think I'm too 'cute' and kidnap me, or they would kidnap me to make sure I wouldn't do that..... Again. So it's a lose lose situation. I need- riiiiing
The end of lunch bell interrupted my train of thought, I shake my head before making a mad dash to my class.

My last period was finally here, freedom was insight, but of course I got a boring class as my last period, BIM computer class, our school's lame excuse for getting us ready for adult life in an office building. I sit at the very back of the class to avoid getting called on, and to goof off when I finish my work, and that what I was doing, playing some random game online because I could speed type. The game I was playing was a speed game, you watch a sequence of numbers and you have to type it back back words as fast as you can, I was on one of the hardest of levels ,almost over fifty numbers flashed on my screen and I was typing as fast as I could, when it happen. A snapping sound came from my left wrist, then a wave of pain crash onto it, and flowing though my core, I hold back scream as I close the game and ask to go to the bathroom. I rush into the stall and attempt to ignore the smell of bodily fluids that condemned this bathroom, I take off my sweater and peel away the gaz ,only to cringe, a few stitches had snapped, giving me a full view of the inside of my arm, I shiver and rewrap the cut in the same gaz and put my sweater back on. I go to leave the bathroom when a large group of girls where walking in ,on instinct I hide, not wanting to be seen.
I peek though the crack in the stall door to see the most popular girl in school and her flock of girls.
"Thoughts twins are getting creeper and creeper by the minute," one said, earning a few nods in agreement , "they are always hanging out in the library talking about gross stuff,"
"And did you see the girl that always hung around them, she looks like a meth addict," another one said, I glare at her, " did you hear? Her father just got married again, another daughter and everything, he's replacing her,"

I snapped, something physically snapped inside of me, I quietly open the door, giving the girls a shock, the one who was talking about me was paled as well, "oh, no don't let me interrupt, keep talking about my life and your opinion on it, then you and the gross ass floor can get acquainted,"
They ran, I literally made them run out of the bathroom, I shake my head chuckling until I saw my reflection. Eyes are glowing, hair puffed up more, and my faces seemed stuck between a grin and a snarl. I panic and slick my hair back down, run back to class just in time to get my stuff before the bell.