( outfit for
chapter above )

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𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫
trois. — maneater!

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Michelle hummed along to the music blasting from her walkman — an older version than her one from the night before as that one had been lost — her fingers tracing the plain walls of her house. Frames were hung on the walls and on many flat surfaces in the house, featuring mainly her mother and stepfather Mark, the only one that featured Michelle was a wedding photo in which only half of her could be seen due to Mark's half-giant sister standing in front of her.

She hated the house, it was far too large for three people and the minimalist design made it appear as more of a showroom than a home, it was nothing like the cosy two bed they'd had in her youth when her father had been alive. When life had been normal. Michelle often found herself resenting him for dying, as a firefighter his job was a dangerous one paired with his hero complex it was a disaster waiting to happen, and had he not died Michelle wouldn't have to put up with Mark and his passive aggressive behaviour. He was a condescending man who constantly liked to remind her how he had built up his wealth from nothing and that he would not be giving her any handouts in life despite her never asking him for anything.

Michelle had even overheard him whispering with that serpentine tongue of his to her mother about not giving her the college fund that her dad had started for her before his death. He claimed it was to 'prepare her for the real world' but Michelle knew he just wanted to spite her, maybe it was because she wouldn't play the role of the doting step-daughter or maybe it was that he was just a prick.

Either way she was glad that when she walked downstairs that morning the adults were nowhere in sight, a hastily scrawled note from her mother laying on the side explaining that the two had gone on a last minute trip to Dubai sometime before she finished work the night before. Scoffing she scrunched the paper into a ball and threw it in the bin before grabbing an apple off the side for breakfast.

She absentmindedly bit into the juicy red fruit as she packed her school bag before suddenly rushing to the sink as a vile almost rotting taste went down her throat. Spitting the pieces of apple into the sink she inspected the fresh fruit in her hand with wide eyes.

It was completely normal.

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"I'm just worried guys, Michelle always calls me after she gets home from work to let me know she got back okay," Sidney Prescott sat with her regular group of friends at school, her gaze flicking from group to group as the students sat around eating lunch, "it's not like her to miss class either — do you think I should call someone?"

Billy rolled his eyes and sat up from where he was laying next to the water fountain. Taking her hand from her mouth, he examined the red bitten nails and the bags under her eyes with an almost sick sense of glee brewing inside him that he masked with faux concern, "Babe, she's fine, everyone skips once in a while."

"She doesn't — and she wouldn't just ignore me."

Tatum giggled from her position, with her head on Stu's lap and her feet haphazardly thrown across Randy, before slowly sitting up, "Maybe the pristine princess finally loosened that ponytail of her's and had some fun. Sid she's a big girl and she can take care of herself."

Randy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well they did find that campers body in the woods this morning, said it was some kind of animal—,"

His voice was drowned out by the obnoxious blaring music that was coming out of a very familiar car pulling into the car park. Most of the students turned to stare as the music played at a volume that must have deafened the driver.

Oh-oh, here she comes
Watch out boy
She'll chew you up

The group watched with baited breath as a slim pair of legs came into view, the slit running up one side of the skirt revealing a large amount of creamy, unblemished flesh.

Oh-oh, here she comes
She's a maneater

A tight black top that most certainly violated the school's dress code was revealed and so was the face. There stood Michelle Valmont; head cheerleader, president of the debating society, photography club founder and all around golden girl — her hair was practically glowing in the sunlight and her lips were pulled into a very unfamiliar smirk as she surveyed the shocked students over the rim of her sunglasses that blocked the glare of the autumn sun from her eyes.

Oh-oh, here she comes
Watch out bo—

As she leaned back into her car to turn the radio off the burning gaze of multiple students staring at her ass was hard to miss. Slamming the door shut Michelle sent a small wave to one boy who appeared to have drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. Humming happily she practically strutted up to the group of five, as Stu quite literally fell into the water fountain out of pure shock.

"Hi guys!"

"Hi guys?" Sidney threw her arms up in the air in frustration, "I was worried sick about you."

"Sorry, I was so shattered after my shift last night I went into a bit of a mini coma," Michelle smiled widely, displaying rows of white teeth as she turned to a wide eyed Billy, "you alright Billy? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His skin was pale, his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare but all Michelle could focus on was his pulsating carotid artery, "Me? I'm fine, I was just worried."

"Well everything's fine," Michelle giggled as Randy and Tatum tried to pull Stu out of the fountain, "I best be going, cheer practice can't start without the captain can it?"

She sauntered away a certain spring in her step as her hair bounced softly, Sidney quickly gathering her things and rushing after her whilst the rest of the group watched in shock. Tatum raised an eyebrow at the girl's retreating figure, "That was weird, right?"

"You have no idea." Billy muttered, his eyes glued to his girlfriend and the dead girl walking.

The two girls were almost at the doors of the school when Sidney grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled her to a stop, her oak brown eyes swimming with concern, "Shell, did Mark do something? You're not acting like yourself, please just talk to me."

"Sid, lighten up — I told you everything is fine," Michelle placed her hand on Sidney's shoulder and squeezed it gently, "I'm just experimenting, trying new things."

She was startled when Sidney reached up and ran a soft finger over the smooth skin of her chin, "Your scar... it's gone."

"I guess it healed." Michelle shrugged her comment off with a grin and the wave of her hand.

"Overnight? You've had that scar forever."

"Honestly Sid, it's nothing," Michelle grasped Sidney's hand that hadn't left her face and pulled it away, "Go back to your boyfriend and forget it, I'm fine."

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"—preying upon normal healthy cells, the intruder gradually devours the host from within. Eventually the invader consumes its host completely and finally destroys it."

Michelle tuned out the video playing in biology as Sidney diligently took notes in the seat beside her. She tapped her pen against the desk several times in a mix of agitation and boredom before a hostile glare from the person on the other side of her forced her to stop. Laying her head in her hand Michelle's eyes scanned the classroom before her eyes settled on a boy who was already watching her — Aaron Bolton — he was the generic high school boy you'd see in a teen movie, the jock with the blonde hair and the blue eyes, not much going on in his head. His lips pulled into a dopey smile as she smiled sweetly at him and all of a sudden she caught the intoxicating scent that was practically coming off him in waves.

It was a scent that made her mouth instinctively water, and her canines clamp down on her own bottom lip. The scent was one she had been able to detect several times throughout the day, but at that moment it was strongest coming from him.

Frowning in confusion as a dull pain began to throb in her fingers, with the teacher's permission Michelle rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Placing her shaking hands on the sink she let out a muffled cry as the skin under her nails began to bleed as the nails slowly peeled off one by one and fell into the sink — it was an agonising sort of torture and an unfamiliar but brutal pain. Watching her once perfectly manicured nails fall off into the sink all Michelle could hear was white noise, a sick feeling settling deep inside her stomach. Her breaths came out in panicked pants as she noticed her nails regrowing at an impossible rate, the one delicate nails now replaced by brownish talons sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter.

"What the fuck?"

Sliding down the wall until she hit the ground, Michelle tucked herself into a small ball and simply stared at the impossibility before her. Blood stained her fingers and somehow she knew this would not be the last time that it would.

AUTHORS NOTE!
Okay so i actually ripped my entire big toenail off once, it got caught on something and for ages it was half hanging off (literally the most painful experience in my life) and then in the end the whole thing just fell off cause the new nail was growing underneath. But like it is a pain like no other so poor Michelle.

Also with the whole smell thing, I figured since Succubus' feed off people who are attracted to them than their scents could be a sort o pheromone thingy?? Idk if it made any sense in this but it did in my head lmaoo.

stu and billy when they saw michelle

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-summer