Am I dead?

Stella was walking down those familiar corridors of her school. She was munching on a sandwich as a basketball suddenly flew over her head. Stella watched the basketball before turning to see the person who had thrown it. Of course it was Derek, that arrogant prat.

Derek laughed as he came over, "Oh sorry. But you should be glad. I was aiming to hit any regular person in the face, but you, being a dwarf, survived that."

Stella rolled her eyes at his usual mockery on her height. She walked on and saw a foot extended in front of her to trip her.

Stella smiled evilly before stepping onto it with all her might. Oh how she wished she had been wearing heels right now.

She saw Darwin standing just in front in an awkward posture.

"What are you doing?" Stella asked.

"Oh, I thought you were going to fall, so I wanted to break your fall." He rubbed his nose.

Stella laughed before her eyes got stuck on some people behind him.

No. It could not be. Not the Zukao brothers. Not them. They smiled evilly at Stella as she took a step back. But they were suddenly all around her. Damn their speed.

Stella could feel them all sinking their fangs in different parts of her body. Her body suddenly started to ache all over and it became difficult to even keep standing.

Even those parts of her body that had no contact with those bloody fangs felt like they would burst open. What was happening? Stella suddenly felt like she would fall. She expected the five to keep her standing, as she was their food, but she fell, fell and fell...

Stella jerked awake, panting. She looked around for any sign of the Zukao brothers, but there was no one. She was in an unfamiliar room. Stella relaxed at the thought that she was out of the reach of those monsters, but she tensed up again as the memories before she had fell unconscious came rushing back.

That's right, she had jumped into the river and was sure she would die. But where was she now.

Could it be that Stella had died and gone to heaven? She chuckled to herself at the thought. She was too much of a devil to go to heaven. So, was this hell? Stella quickly dismissed this thought too. This room was much too nice to be hell, and her body ached too much to be dead.

"So there's only one conclusion. Somebody saved me and I'm in their house. So where is my mysterious savior?" Stella thought.

If as to the response of her thoughts, a man, very tall and very handsome entered the room.

His blonde hair was just so perfectly imperfect that Stella found herself wanting to run her fingers through them.

His face was perfect from any angle you saw. A straight nose-bridge, thin, red lips, perfect jawline and big eyes.

But at the sight of his eyes, Stella felt life leave her. "These eyes! No! I've fallen into another one's lap." She thought as fear immediately kicked in.

Stella's hand and feet began to go cold, her throat suddenly felt so dry as though she had been wandering in a desert for weeks, and her heart thumped in her chest, threatening to jump out of her mouth.

Stella even felt like everything was going black.