SECOND PLACE
WEREWOLF MAGNET

Ugh, please. Vampires are [i]not[/i] hot. You know when Elodie has seen most of her vampires? When they’re a pile of ashes, or staked and carrying their ghostly head under one arm. Blood? That’s just another bodily fluid.

Vampires are not hot at all, and the only reason Elodie is radiating more heat than the sun and incapable of tearing her eyes away from you as you undo each button, one by one, your pale fingers perfect as they do their work, is because you’re a [i]teacher[/i]. TA. Same difference. You’re supposed to be grouchy and grilling students about homework, not talking in that velvety glove of a voice while [i]ahahahahahahabs, you habs abs[/i].

Timmy is sweet and perfect and ordinary and the kind of boy who will give her a white picket fence. She is not thinking about white picket fences right now. She categorically can’t. She is thinking about white picket abs. And about [i]Miss Faucher, I have chosen to oversee your detention personally. Bend over the chair and hike up your skirt so the physical punishment may begin.[/i]

When you turn away from her, she lets out a strangled little whine and fidgets guiltily, because she’s here to save Timmy and not to have weird confusing and very inappropriate thoughts about the TA.

Go ahead and take that String, and tie it around her neck, [i]please.[/i]