"I think that usually happens when you're new? It has been a while since I moved here, but I don't think I forgot that much."

Allison's family moved around frequently, once upon a time. Now, she's adjusted to her new circumstances with aplomb.

"Everyone I've talked to so far. They don't get it if I try to explain."

She bites her lip and then addresses the Narrator.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Um, hello? Are you alright?"

Although she has barely met you, Allison already worries about you. Loyalty and compassion come easily to her, despite her family.

"...so, Allison, this is Juliet. Juliet, Allison."

Ignoreignoreignore.

"Why do you want me to be happy, do I know you? How exactly are you doing this?"

"I think maybe I should get to class. It was nice meeting you, Juliet."

She gives a half-hearted wave, hurt that you ignored her. Allison was used to this, once, when she had to move to a new school once a year. There was always gossip, and drama, and she had never let herself get involved. She kept to herself. Now, you've reminded her of that. You still have many opportunities with your other classmates, though, don't fret!

She lets out a frustrated huff. "We met two years ago!" She calls after Allison.

"Would you stop with the pity party!" She looks up at the ceiling, or where ever the Narrator is. "What will it take for you to stop this and make it so people remember me again?"

"Should I ask around discreetly? There might be a few others who were trying to keep it to themselves."

"Yes. Do that. I'm just gonna..." and she walks over to the exit door and goes to leave the school.

As the bell rings, the other students begin to make their ways to class.

Soon enough, you're alone in the hall, standing by the door.

Is it locked? Can she force it open? Can she force it open with werewolf strength?

You could never leave the school until you've found your true love. You would only be hurting yourself and the love of your life.

Someone behind her clears their throat loudly.

"Miss Salvatore. Shouldn't you been in class by now?"

Juliet really wishes she was in her dungeon right now...

She turns on him, her eyes flashing red. "Let me out," she snarls.

You need to stay in control, Juliet. For your sake and for the others'.

"...the sun. Listen, repeat after me. It'll hold off the transformation. The sun, the moon, and the truth. Repeat."

Juliet throws him against the door.

"OUT."

You throw your beloved history teacher, Mr. Hale, against the nearest wall, but he stands up easily, unharmed.

"Juliet, repeat after me. The sun, the moon, the truth. These three things may not long remain hidden."

...yeah not helping. Her teeth lengthen and her nails grow sharper and longer.

She lunges at him, going for his jugular.

Your claws could never penetrate skin. High schools are havens of learning and socialization.

"Juliet, please. Stay calm. Everything will be fine."

She pushes him down to the floor and starts clawing at his face. No words left.

Your teacher sees your struggle with control; it's all too familiar. He decides to help you through it.

Unconsciousness takes you quickly.