Laith was dirty, his school uniform was in tatters, and bruises covered his face.
A female voice was heard:
"Make him stand on his feet."
He was caught by two children, one holding his right arm and the other his left, and they lifted him up and helped him to his feet.
The girl approached him, and Laith raised his head to see her face.
She was an exceptionally beautiful girl with clear skin, red hair, and black eyes. She was slim and graceful, and excelled in both her studies and sports.
Her name was Reem and she was the queen of the school.
"How dare you look me in the face, you puppy?"
Laith instinctively lowered his head.
'Damn it'.
He is now in his second year of high school and has been bullied since his first year by this girl.
His high school was for the wealthy, and he had enrolled there on a scholarship, meaning he was at the bottom of the social hierarchy.
"I told you to hurry up during every break and bring strawberry milk, but you were five minutes late."
"Perhaps I should punish you again to bring you to your senses."
She snapped her fingers, and Laith's head was lifted again from the children who had been holding him.
Then he saw a fist pointing at his face; it wasn't from Reem, but from her friend Ralph.
The fist struck Laith's face and threw him flying until he crashed into the school lockers behind him.
Reem stepped forward carrying strawberry milk and poured it over his head until it ran out.
Laith became sticky; his hair, his clothes, his smell—everything about him became a disaster.
Then she said quietly,
"Don't be late next time, my dear puppy."
Then the door opened and the teacher appeared. She looked at the back of the class but said only,
"Everyone sit in your seats."
This was normal; everyone knew that the rich and influential people at this school bullied the weak, but they couldn't say anything.
Why? Because if they intervene, their lives will end too.
The teacher looked at Laith, touched her nose, and her expression was disgusted.
"Laith, go and get rid of that smell. You'll disrupt the class looking like that."
The whole class started laughing, even those who were scholarship recipients like him had to laugh, otherwise they might be the next target of bullying.
Laith got up, picked up his bag, and left.
He was returning home
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Meanwhile, in one of the laboratories
A scholar spoke, and they were enthusiastic.
"Teacher, I think it worked. No symptoms appeared for three days and the sample did not die."
He was looking at a woman in a white room; the woman was dressed in white and standing on her feet.
A transparent glass separated her from the scientists.
The world's teacher smiled and spoke.
"He spoke to her through the microphone and asked her how she felt. The experiment was supposed to have been a success, but he died, and we killed many of the samples before her."
The world steps up to the microphone.
"Sample number 1000, can you hear me?"
"If you can hear me, come towards the glass."
Sample 1000 slowly advanced towards the glass. The scientist turned to his boss and teacher with a broad smile on his face.
"We succeeded; the other samples either lost their minds or died."
Then he turned to look at sample 1000, which was now opposite him, separated only by a glass partition.
When he saw her, he noticed that she had become more beautiful than before the experiment; her black hair had grown longer, and she had become slimmer and taller, but her skin had changed; it had become very pale, as if it lacked nutrients.
But he noticed something strange when she smiled and showed her teeth; her canines were sticking out like a vampire's.
But at that moment something unexpected happened; a hand quickly grabbed him by the neck. It was Sample 1000, which pierced the glass and seized him.
The man's face turned red from the force of her grip; he couldn't breathe.
The other scientists panicked.
"Ring the emergency alarm now!" shouted the lab leader.
But what they saw next made their faces turn pale with fear.
The sample 1000, brought the man's neck close to her mouth and sank her fangs into his neck.
I heard a scream from the man, but he couldn't break free from her grip as he felt his blood draining away.
With each passing moment, his skin grew paler and his temperature dropped.
As for sample 1000, the opposite happened with her; with every moment and every drop of blood she drank, she felt more energetic.
After a minute, she let the man's body, to fell to the ground helpless, unable to move or breathe.
She licked some of the remaining blood, warming her lip, as she looked at the people who were watching her.
She smiled and then walked towards them.