Something is wrong

This was always happening to her. But Kat came from a wealthy and well-connected family. Her last roommate was expelled. Linda didn't want any more problems.

"I want to get into my room." Lina said, trying to not be a push over.

"Kat, who the hell is it? Tell them to go away," a man's rough voice called from inside.

Kat smiled maliciously.

"It's no one," she called over her shoulder.

She turned back to Lida and quirked a perfectly waxed eyebrow. The woman was evil.

"Your room, huh. Since you don't feel like sharing, neither do I. Tonight it's my room, you freaky eyed bitch."

The door slammed in her face, the bolts being slid closed sounding few seconds later. Lina turned away. She didn't know why she tried. It always ended with the name calling and the door in her face. And the names were nothing but the truth. She knew she was fat so what?

Kat was going to have to get it. Counting tonight, she would sleep in her studio for the fourth night in a row. At least she had planned ahead and started leaving a blanket and pillow in there and a bag of clothes. She might as well invest in a small futon too since it happen so often. Calling out on Kat was not an option since they girl was so powerful.

She turned and went back down the hallway the way she had come.

Outside, she decided once and for all that the campus was absolutely creepy at midnight. The streetlights above the sidewalks only seemed to light a small pool of ground beneath them that left the area between even darker. It usually wouldn't bother her, but there was something about the full moon and the eerie stillness in the air that seemed wrong.

She was by the men's dorm rooms on her way to the Creative Arts building when she saw a figure walking towards her from the direction of the front gates leading onto campus. It was an impossibly tall, massively broad-shouldered figure, even with the fast-closing distance separating them. It seemed to fade in and out of the moonlit darkness with the lights.

Everything about him was terrifying, a large muscular build dress in black. Even his hair was black and fell in loose waves so that it just brushed his shoulders. It wasn't until he was at the next streetlight away that she saw the glint of silver necklaces, piercings, bracelets, and chains. And a large black ink tattoo.

He stood in front of her. She hadn't even realized she had stopped to watch his predatorial walk. And one word circled in her head blood.