Blood was running down her hands, all the way down to where they were gripping her victims’ shoulders. Hope was a messy eater, but the blood running down her chin and neck only made it all the more fun.
MG was much neater, but unlike Hope who dropped her victims covered in blood but whole, MG’s victims came away in pieces. He was currently feeding off a pretty blonde, but every hungry bite into her neck tilted her head more and more until it fell to the ground and MG was left holding a half-drained, headless body.
“Hope …” he said shakily. He let the body hit the floor, all interest in it gone and replaced with horror. “I’m ready to go.” 
Hope looked up from her pile of dead bodies, eyes glowing bright. “Not my fault you killed yours so fast.” Her eyes dropped to MG’s impressive pile, almost twice the size of hers. And then she saw his worried face.
She felt nothing. Her humanity had been off for quite a while now, but she knew what she could do for MG, and for unexplainable reasons, she did it.
“Come on.” She held out her hands comfortingly. “I’ll get you back to school.”
She stepped through the half-wriggling bodies in between their piles, dying but not quite dead, still waiting to be fed on and put out of their misery. She looked back over her shoulder at them and pursed her lips at the wasted potential, but she didn’t take her hands off MG as she led him to the exit.