A Taste For You

Chapter 1

The blood from the woman she drug down farther into the alley created a trail as it poured out of the many stab wounds the linger from her abdominal cavity. She held the ankles of the now dead woman, and pulled her behind her to the dumpster at the end. Her only being a sixteen year old that never worked out and stayed in her room all day only made it a harder job then it should've been.

She reached the end where the dumpster stood, and with her latex covered hands, she lifted the lid and picked up the woman and let her fall into it and closed it back. She signed and leaned against the brick wall, she took off the gloves and shoved them into her pocket so she wouldn't forget to dispose them later.

She looked at the darkened sky and decided It would be best to head home. That was until she heard someone walking her way and she panicked, she looked around for a hiding spot and settled for some stacked up boxes and hid behind them. She calmed down her breathing and peeked at the person on the other side of the boxes. The person had on almost exactly what she was wearing, black hoodie and black jeans. She watched at they threw someone on the ground, "You should have listened when I warned you to stay away." The person growled out.

"I'm sorry, it wont happen again I promise!" They panickly said to the person standing above them. "Oh, I'm sure it wont." The person said, she watched as the person standing reached into their hoodies pocket and bring out a knife and lifted it up and brung it down with enough force for it to bury it inside the mans skull and let him fall to the ground.

She watched carefully but not where she was stepping and ended up stepping on an unusually loud crinkling bag. Before she could back up, she was grabbed by the front of her hoodie and was slammed against the wall she was previously leaning against. She felt a the knife that was in the mans head held against her throat and was slightly digging into the skin. She struggled in his grip but he had her pinned, but her hood had fell down in the process and her face was now visible to the person in front of her.

She gasped as she realized what happened and tried to fix her mistake. His grip tightened on her hoodie and a not so visible smile creeped it's way on his face and he let his own hood fall. She made eye contact and a smile also made it way on her face.

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4 months earlier

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The autumn wind brushed against her face as she walked to school, stepping on the brown crunchy leaves on the path. She breathed in the cool air and looked at the big school that she could see from where she was. She was honestly dreading the thought of meeting new people and having to introduce her self. Back at her old school she had friends to talk to when she was feeling down or anxious but her mother decided to transfer her to a supposedly "better school", as her mom had said.

When she arrived at the school she stood and watched as people disappeared behind the doors of the school. She looked around and the people leaning on the gates talking to their friends or sitting with their backs against the trees. It seemed like a nice place but the anxious feeling wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried to calm herself down. On her way to the front doors, she had passed a group of boys looking her up and down and started to whisper to each other. Feeling exposed, she walked a bit faster to the doors and slipped inside, she expected there to be more people to be there but it was only a few that stood near the lockers.

She walked to the office to get her schedule and she was met with a dirty blond haired woman looking down at some papers that were on her desk. "Um...excuse me." She said quietly to the woman, the woman looked up at her and smiled. "Sorry dear, I didn't hear you come in, what is it you need?" "My schedule please, im new here." She said to the women, "Blair Coven right?" She nodded her head at the women. "Oh your the transfer student, give me just a moment. " Blair smiled at the women and nodded once again. The woman then handed her the papers and sent her on her way.

She walked up the stairs looking for her first class of the day, the halls were empty and she was grateful for it since she didn't want to talk to anyone. "107, 108, 109, oh here it is, 110." She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath, trying to ready her self for the unwanted stares she will most definitely get. Usually she would have went to her locker but she didn't feel like being even later then she already was and she didn't mind carrying her stuff around with her.

Finally having some confidence she opened the door and walked in, and just like she had predicted, she gained everyone's attention. It made her uncomfortable but she tried not to show it, the teacher was sitting down at her desk and only looked up when the talking of the students had stopped. "Yes?" She asked, she signed and handed the teacher her schedule. "Blair Coven, the transfer student right? Well welcome to West Red High. Im Mrs. Dutch and your seat will be next to Kristin, If she will raise her hand for you." Kristen raised her hand and she walked over to her new seat next to the girl, she sat down and pulled out her notebook and pencil to get ready for the day.

A couple minutes later, the teacher had gotten up and started to go over what she had wrote on the board, language class, Blair was always somewhat good at it so she didn't sweat this class and just let her mind wonder to the outside of the window. Apparently as she spent her time daydreaming away, a lot of the time had passed and only 10 more minutes of class was left. As she waited for the bell to ring to go to her next class, History, she felt like she was being watched, so she slightly turned her head to look around, but seen nothing so she brushed it off and turned back to her notebooks.

The bell finally rang, it had only been a few minutes but felt like hours to her, she packed her stuff back in her bag. Just like earlier she could feel someones eyes on her back so, like earlier, she turned around. She was met with a boy who was practically sizing her up, she turned around quickly and grabbed her bag after zipping it, and followed the crowd of students out of the class.

The boy, who had been staring at her, got up and grabbed his stuff and went to walk along with the crowd but stopped at her desk. He lightly touched the top of the wooden desk and smiled, "Hopefully I'll get the chance to talk to you." He said to himself and finally moved on to his next class

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