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Imagine this: You, a frustrated but level-headed girl, meet a guy at the end of high school. You hit it off; he's quirky but cool. You become best friends, and people start to your best friend has been disappearing lately, he's been absent and irritable, and on graduation night you find him with red eyes and blood.

You're scared, he's getting closer, his eyes piercing you, he's handsome, you're normal, he's tired, tired of pretending to care and to be like you, he's not.

You are his right, he can have you because he deserves it, he deserves anything, including you. Driven by impulse, he marks you, kisses you with blood on his lips, and you feel your own blood running down your face descending inside you, it's warm, metallic, and different. He's drunk, his cheeks flushed, and he smiles maliciously, squeezing your waist tighter.

He's old, you're finally an adult, he'll use you until you die, your best friend isn't really that friendly after all.