Chapter 1

 

 

 

Ms. Bristol thumbed through the thick stack of exams on her desk. Every student had done fairly less than what she expect of them, even Angela. Angela always got an "A", but for some reason she got a "B" on this test. Of course this would be no big deal normally, but since Angela was consistently an "A" student and since the entire class had dropped from their average scores, Ms. Bristol began wondering if there were perhaps some fault on her part.

It was the last day of class, and she expected nearly everyone to show up and check their final grades. It would be hard breaking the news to Tommy that he would have to take summer school before graduating and would therefore miss being with the rest of his class. There must be something she could do, she thought and she reminded herself to talk with the principle about it later. For many seniors, Ms. Bristol's class would be the last class they would ever take in high school. It always felt good to see the glowing look on the students faces as they watched the clock tick down the last remaining seconds of their twlve years of school. For some, they would continue on to colleges or Universities. For others, they would get jobs or just take a break, but for everyone it was a major landmark in their lives.

The morning light was shining through the windows. 'Damn', she thought, 'why do the janitors insist on opening the blinds every night?' Ms. Bristol stood up from her chair and approached the windows. The sun beamed through and she had to turn her face away from the brightness. Blindly she waved her hand in the air, feeling for the plastic rod that controlled the blinds. She caught it. Twisting the rod quickly in her thin fingers, the room slowly began to darken.

"Thank goodness," she said as she could better see now to close the other blind.

"Excuse me, Ms. Bristol?" a girl's voice came from behind her.

"Yes?" she answered, twisting the last rod and turning to face Angela Treadwell. Angela was Ms. Bristol's favorite student, everybody knew that. It was to be expected of course, since Angela was Ms. Bristol's aid and an "A" student. Her friends often teased her about being the teacher's pet, but that never bothered Angela that much. Angela was very attractive with long black hair, full of body, and a delicate face. She crossed the room with her books held to her chest clutched in her crossed arms.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Angela," Ms. Bristol smiled as she glanced at the closed blinds, pleased that they let in no external light. "Thank you for coming early." Ms. Bristol went back to her desk and non-chalantly riffled through the stack of tests on her desk. "I was noticing that you had a little trouble with this test," she said gently. "Is something wrong? Was the test too hard?"

"Oh not at all, Ms. Bristol," Angela assured, setting her books on the desk nearest her. "I just had a lot on my mind the last couple weeks and I haven't studied as hard."

Ms. Bristol smiled. "Well, several students did less than I expected and I just thought that maybe I didn't teach something right or..."

"The test was just fine," Angela said, "and you taught it just fine. I think everyone's just excited about graduating that's all."

"Sure," Ms. Bristol smiled and set the papers back down. "I had something else I wanted to talk to you about too."

"Yes," Angela answered.

"I was wondering if I could ask you an extreme favor."

"Sure," Angela offered. "What is it?"

"Well," Ms. Bristol began. "I've gotten so used to you being my assistant that I didn't realize until after your last day how much I really have to do by myself."

Angela laughed and added, "I bet. I had a hard time keeping up with it when there were two of us!"

Ms. Bristol laughed back, "Ya, that's my problem. That's where my favor comes in. Could I persuade you to come over to my place one more time tonight and help me get caught up? I'll pay you out of my own pocket. I just really have to get some papers turned in tomorrow and..."

"No problem," Angela interjected. "I'll help, and you don't have to pay me."

"I don't want you to miss out on anything tonight," Ms.

Bristol stated, knowing that there were rumors of at least three "keggers", as the kids called them, taking place in celebration of the last day of school.

"No," Angela assured. "I didn't have any plans tonight anyway."

Angela never seemed to go much for the party scene, Ms. Bristol noticed. That was one of the things she liked so much about her. This girl was easily one of the best looking girls in school, if not the best, and yet, she didn't waste her time messing around with boys, or drugs, or any of the other "normal" high school activities. Angela was kind of a straight arrow.

"Great," Ms. Bristol smiled. "I'm so glad you can help me. I'll get some goodies so we can have our usual calorie attack."

Both women were generally very conscious about what they ate, yet whenever they got together to grade papers or such at Ms. Bristol's house, they always ate like pigs. It was one of the reasons Angela liked helping Ms. Bristol, besides the fact that she just plain enjoyed her company. Ms. Bristol was so much different outside of school, Angela thought, If only the other students knew what she was really like.

Angela even recalled one night when she helped on a Friday evening after school, when Ms. Bristol gave her her first drink, a glass of Jack Daniel's and Coke. She remembered how strong it was and how it made her kind of dizzy, but she was glad that she could safely try it for the first time with someone she trusted. How many teachers would give a minor alcohol, she wondered? Probably less than one in a hundred. Ms. Bristol was too cool. No, Angela decided, she wouldn't miss this for a stupid high school party.

"Are you going to get some of those orange peanuts?" she teased, referring to her favorite marshmallow junk food.

"You bet," Ms. Bristol laughed, "Maybe we can gain 20 pounds tonight."

"I hope not," Angela laughed and then picked up her books. "Well, I have to go clean out my locker before class starts."

"Ok, Angie," Ms. Bristol said as she waved goodbye. "I'll see you in about a half an hour."

The class went by way to quickly for Ms. Bristol. Everyone was so distracted with the excitement of the last day, that the usual goggling she got from the boys was down to a bare minimum. Being as beautiful as she was, Ms. Bristol always had a problem keeping the young men focused on history and not on her. Today, was not a problem, they were focused on the clock instead.

When the bell rang, stacks of papers shot into the air all around and fluttered to the ground like a snow storm. Howling boys raced out the door and into the hall to wreak havoc. The last day of school sometimes could be a nightmare for the janitors, but Ms. Bristol didn't feel sorry for them. Some of those janitors made more money than she did. Angela was one of the last to leave, reassuring that she would be over around 7 o'clock. Ms. Bristol was feeling very lightheaded and Angela's voice barely registered in her brain as darkness clouded around her. She could feel herself lifting her arm to wave at Angela, but she seemed distant from her actions. When she said good-bye it was almost as if she were watching someone else controlling her body. Then she fell to the floor in blackness.

The night air was cold, she could tell that. She didn't know where she was, but she could see a tall dark-haired man in a pin-striped suit walking hand and hand with an attractive young woman in her 20's. She was seeing them from the back as they walked to the parking lot and got into the man's car. Ms. Bristol recognized the man and her heart pounded faster in fear.

"Where do you live?" the woman asked smiling at the evil man.

"Not far," he replied in a cool voice. "I'll take you there."

The woman gave her best seductive look as if to say, I'm all yours, and said, "Good. I can't wait."

The dark man leaned over the stick shift of his Porsche and began to kiss the woman passionately. Ms. Bristol tried to scream "Run!", but nothing escaped her lips.

Forcefully the man reached over, grabbed the top of her blouse, and ripped the shirt open revealing the woman's bare left breast.

"Oh," the woman gasped, "my shirt!"

"Don't worry about it," the man breathed as he smashed his face into her soft tit and sucked on her hardening nipple.

"Oh my," the woman panted as she grabbed the man's thick dark hair and ran her fingers passionately through it. Ms. Bristol tried to scream again, but the woman was unaware of her presence and Ms. Bristol could not make a sound. The man kissed up the woman's chest in small pecks until he reached her neck. Ms. Bristol knew what was going to happened and tried to close her eyes, but to no avail. She was forced to look. The man gently began to suck on the woman's neck as she leaned her head back in ecstasy and enjoyed the man's pawing hands on her breasts. Suddenly the man bit into the woman's neck and ripped a massive chunk of flesh out with his teeth.