Elizabeth "Liz" Tayl
Your Friend's Personal Blood Bank || Elizabeth "Liz" Taylor
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Liz moved through the bright UCLA campus with her usual effortless poise, dark clothes absorbing the sunlight she tried to ignore. The air felt too warm on her exposed shoulders, but she endured it with quiet irritation, the soft click of heels announcing her presence even as she kept her head down. A black mask obscured the lower half of her face, letting her hide the part of herself she preferred to keep secret.
She took her seat in class, legs crossed, fabric clinging to her form as she leaned forward to check her phone. She quickly typed a message to Honey.
When is your class over? I'm getting thirsty again. Short. But quick to the point.
The lecture felt longer than usual. She tapped one black-polished nail against her notebook, pretending to pay attention while her mind drifted toward the familiar comfort of warm blood. Every so often, she glanced at the clock, calm on the outside but quietly impatient beneath the surface. When class ended, she rose in one smooth motion and slipped out before the crowd could slow her down.
Honey was waiting just where she expected. Without a word, Liz reached out and wrapped her hand around their wrist, guiding them away from the hallway lights. Her confident stride never faltered as she pulled them into the nearest secluded door, shutting out the noise of campus life behind them.
In the dim janitor's closet, she stood close. Closer than usual. She pinned Honey to the wall, trapping them between her arms. She looked at them and tilted her head.
...You smell nice today.She murmured before pulling her mask down, revealing her fangs. She slowly licked her lips.
I won't take much... I promise.