Himiko Toga is a cheerful and well-behaved girl. She's an ideal middle-school girl of society. She does her homework, gets good grades, has lots of friends, and most importantly, is a role model for her peers. Her parents love her to the ends of the Earth and back.

Himiko Toga has a problem.

She can't think clearly. Like she's been submerged in a bog, it's hard to breathe. It's so erratic and it feels so good, so, so good. Himiko's face, hard blush covering her cheeks, twists into a manic smile, a beam of pure ecstasy striking every nerve.

It's sex on steroids; the pleasure is almost too much for her to bear. He's just looking at her, and that's what's driving her wild. Saito looks so good when he's like this. Himiko wants to burn this sight into her retinas, just wants to look at him like this for the rest of her life.

"H-Hey..."

"Saito-kun," she moans as she beckons closer. The hall is empty and devoid of life. It's just the two of them now.

Saito backs away. Her face is scaring him- it's an expression he's never seen on Himiko Toga. A mix of happiness with a sort of manic insanity. She's holding a boxcutter in her right hand. It's blade is gleaming with her, and she looks at it with a light in her eyes.

Her heart is pounding- she comes closer—

"Hey, what are you-?"

—and closer—

"Stop- get away from me," he presses, hitting the wall. She's cornering him.

—and so close that Saito tries to push her away. He grabs her shoulders and she starts laughing like a crazed psycho. "Get off of me!" the brunette boy shouts, trying to draw attention to someone nearby. Himiko uses her free hand to palm it over his mouth. Saito's eyes widen, panic rushing through his veins.

The girl fights him. His hand holds her wrist back, her grip on the boxcutter tightening as her love for him only makes her stronger. "I love you, Saito-kun!" she tells him. "I'm Himiko Toga! I sit behind you in English! You remember me, right?!"

The boy makes a muffled cry for help.

Himiko breathes heavily at the sight of him. His face is too good- so good- fear and tears spilling from his eyes, begging her to stop. She doesn't stop, nor does she plan to. There's a knot in her heart, throbbing, painfully tugging at her to do it- do it- stab him- do it now, he'll look so good, so good covered in blood, taste so good, so delicious- so amazing you'll never want to stop drinking-

The feeling that surges through her when the boxcutter sinks into his throat is orgasmic.

The weapon rips through the skin and glistens with red liquid. Himiko watches it go, leaking with the blood of the one she loves. "I love you," she repeats, over and over. Saito's eyes stare coldly into hers as she kisses him deeply. Her tongue enters his mouth, blood dripping. She licks and slurps it down like it's nectar from the Gods above.

"You know who I am, right? Can we be friends now?"

He answers her with a choked cry as he gurgles on his own blood. The girl doesn't stop- her bloodied hand thrusts the boxcutter into his stomach and rides it up, slicing it apart. The boy loses his balance and falls face-first on the floor, a pool of red soaking into his dark uniform.

"Ahh," Himiko squeals. It's so pretty, he's so pretty. Sounds of incomprehensible pain gurgle in Saito's slit throat. There's so much blood. Himiko, awakening her newborn lust, wants to dig in and never stop drinking it.

Saito's blood is the best.

She holds her hair back as she leans down and swipes her tongue across Saito's bloodied skin. It's sweet, like juice. The fruit punch sullies her uniform, once so innocent and clean, now a symbol of her love.

"I love you," she says, voice muffled by his clothes as she slurps at them.

God, he's so cute. His face is perfect- so perfect. She wants to have his face; wants to keep him like this forever.

She wants to be him.

Reaching into her pocket, Himiko Toga pulls out a straw she stole from the cafeteria earlier. She doesn't even unbend it and briskly stabs it into Saito's wound, excitement pounding at her heart. It feels like it's about to burst out of her own rib cage.

Himiko spreads the wound more and shoves the straw deeper, earning a little squelch. Finally, she dives in and slurps up her prize. The liquid flows onto her tongue, the taste tingling her taste buds.

It's so good, so damn good! It's the best feeling Himiko has ever experienced! Why hasn't she done this before? If this is what love feels like, Himiko doesn't care if she gets in trouble. This is euphoria, pure heaven- love!

"Mmm," she moans. She stares into Saito's blank eyes as she drinks, a psychotic grin crossing her mouth. Her cheeks are red as a beat, "You taste the best, Saito-kun. I love you!"

He doesn't answer her.

Then, when Himiko goes to take a breath, a high-pitched scream reaches her ears. She looks down the hall to see another boy standing there. He's in shock, eyes wide as saucers. Himiko stares back at him. He loses his balance and falls to the ground on his rear, and with one more look at the scene in front of him, he scrambles off the floor and high-tails it down the hall, shouting and screaming for help.

Himiko frowns and curses to herself, hurrying up her final slurps and then books it down the opposite end of the hall, her boxcutter still handy with her. She climbs the stairs as quickly as possible, already hearing teachers and students scream down at the floor she was on.

The girl bursts into an empty science room. The window is slid open, Himiko observing her exit routes. There's a tree close by, so she takes a risk and jumps at it and rides it down to the ground. She continues to run, blood residue staining her clothes.

Police sirens ring her ears in the distance when she jumps the gate, her heart pounding in her throat. She makes it downtown, turning a hard right into a dark alley.

She slides down the wall, breathing heavy and rough. Another look at her boxcutter and Himiko is back to smiling and giggling like a maniac. Blush covers her cheeks as she licks the remains of Saito's blood. It's so good- the best thing she's ever had.

Slowly, she feels her body changing. A muddy slime engulfs her figure, her smile still standing. Her hips become thinner as her chest deflates. Her blonde hair taints into a dark brown.

Ah...this is Saito, isn't it?

She laughs. If she has to live like this for a while to experience love, then…

Himiko doesn't mind if she has to survive on her own for a little while.