I woke up to find a group of people staring down at me. They looked really upset. It was overcast, I'd been sleeping for a few hours, I'd guessed.
Mr. Fly found his way to the center of the crowd. "Mr. Romero," he spoke, "Imagine my surprise, after all of your accusations, to hear that YOU were the vampire all along."
I froze, my eyes wide. Then, I sat up. "Whoah, what do you mean it's ME?!" I pulled my shirt collar down to show my bite marks. "Do you think I did this to MYSELF?!"
"I'm beginning to!" Mr. Fly waved the crowd back. "Alright, people, keep your distance. Let's not form a mob, here."
"Who did I bite, then?" I asked, smugly.
"All of these poor children here," he replied. "Save for myself, of course."
I watched in horror as several students in the pulled down their shirt collars and shifted their ponytails to reveal identical bite marks. Rita was there, too, and even SHE'D been bitten. Max didn't seem to care, though – he was waiting for his turn to talk. The children's parents stood over them, glaring at me. They were letting Mr. Fly do the talking, though. Drake had been busy, but how did he pin this on me?!
"Each and every one has reported receiving a note from you, meeting with you in the Equipment Room in total darkness, feeling dizzy, and then being bitten," he explained. "Then, I remembered that you'd been drinking, and it all made sense! Luckily, after you blamed him, Drake and his friend Jules came forward to set the record straight."
"That's right," said Drake. He pulled down his jacket collar to reveal bite marks of his own. "He lures his victims in, gags them with a flask, frightens them frozen, and then devours their essence. It was my gut feeling that led me to ask Jules what could cause such a state of dizziness."
Jules stepped forward. "It's obvious to me that this drunk is reeking of alcohol, which is a sedative. This puts his victims in a state of numbness, paralyzing them." Jules smiled as he finished delivering his line.
"Yes, indeed." Mr. Fly agreed. "Truly horrifying."
"As well," Jules continued, "he has most likely faked his marks by jabbing his neck with a knife."
"Wh-" I tried to speak.
"Exactly," said Max, who'd been among the crowd too. "Grim's been harvesting our BLOOD!" he shouted.
"He's like a dragon," whimpered Rita. "A big, scary dragon that roams the halls, looking for victims."
"I've seen it too," said Tank, "I've seen him stalking me. He's behind me every time I turn around, he was probably going for me next!"
"I don't know what you're TALKING about!" I shouted.
Drake jolted back, as if he was scared of me. "Look! He's becoming frantic!"
"I'm not FRANTIC, you're just being JERKS-"
Mr. Fly cleared his throat. "We have reason to believe that you don't like the other students, and that you think you're better than everyone else."
Drake pulled out my journal, and started reading: "All of the other kids are so gross, I can't stand to look at them, because all they eat is hot-dogs. I am very healthy, and they're dumb and gross. I wish they would all die so that the school wouldn't smell so bad anymore." Drake put a hand to his chest. "I'm your FRIEND, Grim. And behind my back, you insult me? How could you be so cruel with your words?" He flips to another page. "I am definitely a vampire. I have terrible cravings. I like the darkness, and I am always very thirsty. I also like men, and have homoerotic urges every day." He shrugs to the whole crowd. "Do you see? He admits it to himself. He's a sinner, straight from Hell!"
I watched Coach Richard, drinking from his flask and standing against a tree, waiting for the verdict. Drake must have stolen my journal while I was sleeping, and now the Principal, the Coach, Drake and Jules have colluded and come up with a plan to blame me for everything. All so Drake can live and play freely, while he drinks the blood of the student body. Not even because he needs it to live, like an ACTUAL VAMPIRE. No, so he can role-play as one, like an overgrown toddler, who doesn't know when Halloween is over. Or maybe he was a real one, and what he'd done to himself and everyone else was close enough to make him one. Either way, these people were insulating him from reality, so he didn't have to be a part of it unless he was useful. The consequences of his actions were being buck-passed onto me, so they didn't bite him back in the ass. Max and Tank were just here to corroborate the story, as revenge for their defeat.
From the other side, Lana approached. She pulled down her scarf, and she had bite marks, too. I started to cry. As tears welled up in my eyes, I looked straight at Drake and said through quivering lips, "You're a monster."
"You have finally broken down, to confess. I am no monster... I am your savior." Drake turned to Mr. Fly. "Please, don't punish him for his fall into sin. Let me give him Bible Study in Detention, so we can stoke his faith again. A man who repents may yet enter the kingdom of God."
Mr. Fly hummed. "Hmmm... yes, that may be just the thing. You will see to it that this 'Grim Dragon' reforms. If he does not, he will be expelled, and face charges from the school and from the parents of his victims. This will not affect your performance in the games, I trust?"
Drake shook his head. "Not at all. My strength is the Lord's."
"Then, Mr. Romero, you are given detention indefinitely until further notice. I'll be notifying your mother of your misconduct, and she'll be keeping watch to make certain that you STAY in detention... all day, every day, for what may just be the next three years."

That was yesterday. They really have a whole room, for nothing else. The blinds are always drawn shut, so the sheet projector can shine the three rules:

1. No talking.
2. Stay seated.
3. Work.

I looked around, at nobody. Instead of a supervisor, Genevieve was supposed to check on me periodically. It was nice to know that, at the very least, someone who cared about me was watching over me.
The door had a lock that could only be opened with a key, and only teachers had access to it. No bathroom breaks allowed – there was already a bathroom attached to the room. It made the whole space stink.
A jingle sounded, and the door clicked open. Mr. Fly opened the door, and Drake stepped in with a bible, and a big grin on his face. He had me right where he wanted me. Skulls and bones, was I ever thirsty – there was only a water fountain next to the bathroom door, and I wasn't allowed juice – but somehow, he looked even thirstier. Mr. Fly stayed outside, keeping watch over the halls.
Drake cleared his throat. "Relax, Grim. You're fine, I can't feed on you when you're under supervision. Thanks for the research, by the way – I think I might have anemia, so I'm taking iron supplements now." He looked around and let his arms fall to his hips. "Have you ever worked a real job, Grim? Construction is no joke – it's dangerous work, especially in the cold."
I looked at the window. "School is work too."
"You have no idea what it's like in Romania. You think you have it hard HERE? People back there have less than you can IMAGINE. That's what I had, when I was there. My dad tried to LEAVE me there, to STARVE and DIE."
"Is this really about the wealth gap or is this just revenge for dumping you?"
"YOU DID NOT-!!" he snapped, then collected himself. "No, you're mistaken, and obviously obsessed with me. If anything, I'M dumping YOU."
"Right..." I raised an eyebrow. "So, you gonna school me in the Word of God?"
"No, I don't think so." He opened the book in his lap and sat down in a chair at the front of the room. "I'm gonna tell you what I plan to do." He paused, and turned a page. In his Romanian accent, he announced: "I will take your Lana to be my bride. She will love me, because I am irresistible and popular. She cannot help but want to be near me."
"Yeah, I bet you're real fun at parties," I jabbed. "What makes you think she'll want anything to do with you?"
He smiled wide, fangs bared. "You think yourself so lonely, so hated, but you never stopped to ask: why did my plan work?"
"...what do you mean?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt nervous. His tone had changed, become more confident.
"You think everyone hates you, but when I told them you wanted to meet, they all showed up. What do you think that means? They're attracted to you: to your mystique, your fire!"
"They're attracted to my mom, maybe. But not me. Otherwise they wouldn't call me 'The Accident', or 'The Grim Dragon'."
"Maybe you're right, maybe that fire is wasted on you. But I've tasted you. And now what makes you so great is a part of ME, and everyone loves ME more than they could EVER... love you." Then he closed his book, and stood up. "Same time tomorrow?"
I stared at him with all of the hatred I could muster. The projector light cracked and fell apart, leaving only the light that poured in from the bustling halls as Drake left. As the door shut, I sat in darkness.