For She is Death

I should have known. She was so mysterious and so enticing, but she would never go out into the sun. She would barely even go out at all. She didn't go to school and she almost never even left her house. She was physically perfect and always seemed to know what was going on, yet she never spoke to anyone except me.

I always watched people go into her house, too, and never return. The fact that they'd disappear didn't bother me, though. What bothered me was that I wasn't one of those men being lured into her dungeon to be harvested for my blood.