Miss Lilith's After-Hours Detention



The hallway lights had died hours ago, but nobody dared leave.
Miss Lilith adjusted her glasses with one clawed finger, her glowing crimson eyes cutting through the darkness.
"Detention is in session," she purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. 
Her black leather bustier creaked softly as she stepped closer, thigh-high boots clicking against the cracked floor. The air grew colder, heavier. Students always thought they could misbehave... until they met their new teacher.
She smiled, revealing delicate fangs.
"Class is now in session. And I never let anyone leave until they've... learned their lesson."
Some say if you stay past midnight, you can still hear her heels echoing down the corridor... along with the soft flutter of wings.