The dimly lit underground cave reeked of damp earth and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood. Nadia elegantly picked up another delicate glass, the thick, dark crimson liquid swirling inside it, and took a slow, deliberate sip:
"Not too bad, this is better than Ethan's blood." She said, licking her lips with a macabre satisfaction.
Jessica shivered, her mind reeling from the horrific reality of what—and who—was on the menu. "What, what are you, really?!!" Jessica asked in a low voice, looking away from Nadia, unable to stomach the sight of her former teacher indulging in such a grotesque feast.
"Me?" Nadia placed the glass down with a soft, practiced clink against the stone table:
"Well, I am..." She used the silver fork, and smoothly picked up a piece of fresh, raw meat on her porcelain plate, and placed it in her mouth, slowly chewing it with the refined manners of high nobility.
"I am Nightmare." She answered, thick blood staining her lips like morbid lipstick.
