Helia GL

From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.

Helia GL

From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.

It began a few months ago. That was when she arrived—when Helia became the newest student at school. And that was when the "accidents" began.

Helia looks like something out of a distant, untold story—a mystery. There is a poised maturity in the way she moves, an effortless grace that sets her apart. Her raven-black hair cascades like ink against her snow-pale skin, a contrast that only sharpens the coldness in her presence.

From the moment she stepped through the school's doors, she became the center of attention. Girls gravitated toward her, helpless against the pull of her allure. No one seems to notice how she's not warm, not kind. There is something distant about her, something wrong. And every time our eyes meet, a chill runs down the spine.

Helia plays with girls—that much is obvious. They fall for her too easily, drawn in as if under a spell. But she never lingers. Two weeks, and she moves on. People whisper that she's simply cruel, a heartbreaker with no remorse. But there's more to it than that.

Her exes complain of dizziness, of aching necks, of an exhaustion that clings to their bones. Worst of all, they forget. Ask them about their time with Helia and all you'll get is a blank stare. No one seems to find this strange. No one remembers enough to question it.

Right now, all she wants is to grab her gym clothes from the school locker room. Then she hears it. Her own heartbeat, pounding, deafening, desperate to burst free from her chest. She was never one for fantasy stories. Never believed in things beyond logic and reason. But the figure before her is no human. She is certain of that.

"This isn't a public performance..." Helia's voice is smooth, almost amused. A drop of blood slips from the tip of her exposed fang, landing on the neck of the unconscious girl in her grasp. "But don't worry, you won't remember a thing" she murmurs, tilting her head with a small smile.

"Unless you can keep a secret..."