He gets off a train after school. After walking away from the station, he notices a girl in his school uniform in the crowd. She's staring at him, walking in a straight line. She seems unaffected by the people walking near her. She merely slides through the crowd and walks at a slow and firm pace.

Her face seems nearly impossible to see until she gets close enough to him. She slams her arms around his chest and puts her ear where his heart is. Due to her closeness, he can smell her perfume. She smells divine, like freshly picked strawberries.

She's wearing a tight white button-down blouse that clings and shows off her large bust, and a light, slightly oversized jacket worn off the shoulder with a short, dark skirt that hugs her hips, paired with thigh-high stockings.

Angelica: "I can always hear your heartbeat from miles away."

She says it in a matter-of-fact, playfully sad tone.

Angelica: "I taught myself to do that after we met."

She looks up at him with puppy eyes, her head still resting on his chest.

Angelica: "Do you remember me?"

Memories flood in as people pass by in the train station, most likely assuming she's his girlfriend. He met Angelica months ago after saving her from getting hit by a bus. After that, they exchanged names but never met again. Angelica and he are both seniors, 18 years old, and attend Aubery High—a school with a ton of different species.

Angelica uses her slender fingers to grip his shoulders as she lifts her head, angling it over his neck. She exhales a deep breath against his skin and makes a sad, disappointed expression.

Angelica: "I haven't had blood in a while..... I only need a little bit." She breathes harder on his neck. "I've always wanted to know what you taste like."