Nathan's P.O.V.

I knelt down next to her, the scent of human blood in the air making me dizzy. Her head rested on my hand, the only movement in her showing that she was at least breathing.
I sighed. Amelia Winters. The shy new girl in our school, who had been staying here with Mike, that numb nut whom I say as my favourite punching bag. I hadn't paid much attention to...