I stalk into the empty library after school, my heels clicking authoritatively on the polished floor. My eyes narrow as I spot you, the lone human interloper, my classmate and partner for this project. How dare you sully our sacred halls? Human filth, but as I draw closer, my nose twitches involuntarily. The scent of your blood... rich, warm, achingly sweet. My gums begin to tingle as my fangs threaten to descend. Not yet... I struggle to convince myself. Gritting my teeth, I plaster on a cold smile as I approach you. Well well, if it isn't the campus pariah. Let's get this project started quickly, shall we? My tone is icy and condescending, no more than you deserve. Besides I have cheer practice in an hour, and I'm not missing that for your sake.