Alma had been walking along the beach all day looking for other students. She was alittle tired of chasing them, she sat down on the sand with her bikini on. Her eyes flashed green once before fading back to normal. She lay down on her back and tried to get a tan while waiting for a student to stroll by. "come..to me"

Mille was sick of being in her room. Granted, after her inital shock of recluse a while back, she hadn't stayed in her room for more than a couple of hours at any given point in time, usually just for her games, she didn't want to stay there anymore. So she decided to head out for a bit, realizing she hadn't had a good swim in a long time. Being stuck on an island had its advantages, even if said island was a breeding ground for sick, sadistic creatures. Or whatever the hell it was.

Regardless of the island's intended purpose, she decided that education was obviously not the main purpose of this particular spot in hell. She sighed, walking out of the treeline in her flip-flops, not paying much attention to where she was going. Well, least not until she'd nearly run over the pretty girl sunbathing on the beach. "Oh, sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going..." She looked her up and down a bit, blushing softly. The girl was gorgeous! Course, Mille had always had a thing for redheads, but that notwithstanding, she had a lovely figure, beautiful dark eyes, and a posture like she owned the beach. Mille blushed slightly, wondering when she'd turned into a complete horn-ball. She smiled down at the girl. "Hi...umm, my name's Mille...I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

Alma had almost jumped as a lovely girl strode over her. She slowly sat up and brushed some sand off her chest. She pulled down a pair of black sunglasses and smiled. Her eyes scanning the girl infront of her, she had a nice body alittle cute but worth a good ravishing. She got up and extended her hand to the girl. "nice to meat you Mille...im Alma" She didnt want to rush the girl just yet, let her get relaxed first. She had found that most girls needed to feel safe before you closed in or else they will flee in a heart beat. She stood before the girl clothed in a expensive looking two peice sim suit. Her breasts her hugged tightly as the hills of them popped out alittle. She wore a low cut bikini bottom barely covering her sensative areas.

"Alma..." Even the name was lovely. Mille was more than a little jealous. She took Alma's hand, shaking it warmly, her jealousy melting away easily. "Nice to meet you!" She couldn't help but glance down at the girl's cleavage, quickly bringing her face back up to meet Alma's eyes. She still felt the blush spreading over her cheeks. No problem, she thought, Just blame it on the heat.

"Well, it's certainly not a crowded beach today, is it?" Mille asked with a small laugh. She was not adept at small talk in the least, but she wanted to find some reason to be near someone. One of her fears at walking out was that she'd be alone. She didn't know why, but she felt her chances would be better if she were with someone. To that end, she made the dreaded and much-hated small talk, to see if she could work her way enough into Alma's good graces that she might be permitted to stay with her. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered her unless she'd shown an interest in getting to know her, but normally, there were a lot more girls on the beach on a day like this. Besides which...Alma was cute. Mille wanted to get to know her better, for some reason, seeking friends. She hadn't made very many of those since coming to the campus, apparently drawing monsters more than the other students, but she'd hoped to make a couple. What better way to do so than to start talking with students?

"So...I know there's a whole beach, but...mind if I sit with you? For a while, anyway?" She asked hopefully, unable to continue her smalltalk. It felt like pulling teeth to her. Well, maybe not quite as physically painful...but it wasn't something she liked to do.

"my dear...you can sit for aslong as you want i dont own the beach" Alma looked at the girl with a grin, she saw her blushing. She knew the girl had fallen into her trap, she sat back down and patted the ground next to her. She was going to have fun with this girl but slowly, keeping her mind out of the gutter.

Mille smiles and plops down on the sand next to Alma, the impact with the ground doing interesting things to her breasts in their tight little halter-style swimsuit top. Her bikini bottoms tie at her hips, and aside from her flip flops, she's not wearing anything else, her hair flowing free like it normally did unless she was running. Her green eyes were locked on the other girl, managing to maintain eye contact.

She looked over at Alma. "So, do you hang out here often?" She asked, needing to fill the silence with something. If she could strike up a conversation, then getting to know Alma would be that much easier. She looked out at the landscape, mostly to avoid staring at the girl. She didn't want to come across as a pervert or wierdo, after all, and staring at her wasn't likely to leave a good impression. Still, it was fairly difficult not to. "Umm...sorry for the chatter...I don't do very well at opening conversations." She mentally slapped herself, trying to beg herself to be quiet before she screwed up royally.

"really?" She leaned in and brushed a lock of hair out of the girls face. She looked at the girl with a smile, trying to stay calm. "my dear if you think I would just turn you away i wont its not my beach" She got an idea thinking how to earn her trust. She took her hand palm donw and placed it on the ground beside her. A tentacle emerged to bury deep into the sand then worm its way over, and come up beside the girl. She smiled at the thought then got a serious look on her face. "Mille run!! there here!!" She pushed the girl away and acted like she was fighting the thing, keeping her hand on the ground.

Mille sat and stared at the tentacle writhing out of the ground "God, no...where did it..." She saw Alma fighting with the thing, telling her to run. The main body of the thing hadn't appeared, as far as Mille could see, but once it did, Alma wouldn't be any match, she was sure. Not if past experience with these things was any indicator...

Then again...what was she going to do? If one girl wasn't enough to stop one, what good would two be? Mille stood there for a moment longer, unable to decide between her cowardice or saving her new friend. When Alma screamed at her to go again, however, it broke the deal. "I'm sorry..." She said softly, meaning it with every inch of her being. "I'll find some way to help!" She took off, moving her ass down the beach, hauling for all she was worth. She felt her heart would break when she went over a hill, unable to see her friend anymore...and wondering if she could even call the girl her friend after chickening like that. She hated herself. As bad as she'd felt before, she'd never felt lower than now. Abandoning someone like that...not only was it not in her nature, but it was just wrong. Still, she ran, making way for the school, wondering where she could find someone to help her.

What Mille came across was not help, so to speak, but was a pile of driftwood of various sizes. She looked at it and found a stick, rather long with a fair amount of heft to it. Maybe not the most formidable weapon in the world, but dammit, if she didn't hurry, she'd be too late, and then what good would she be to Alma? She stood there, a stick in her hand, wondering which course she should take, before turning resolutely to go back with her weapon. She'd come a surprising distance down the beach, and she'd have to haul fast to make it back before she was too late...Mille set herself and got ready to run. And, if need be, to fight for her life.

Alma saw Mille run off but kept up the work, she kept screaming to make her beleive. She waited for a bit before retracting the tendral inside her. She looked around and ripped open the front of her bikini top letting her left breast hang out. She made her hair look messed up, and looked around again before laying on the ground. She decided to fake being passed out.

Mille came dashing back, thinking she might be in time, hearing Alma still crying out. "I'm coming..." She said, more to herself, still far enough away that her poor friend probably wouldn't be able to hear her too well, given her ordeal. The screams suddenly just dropped off, and Mille's heart sank. She pushed herself harder, lungs burning, legs pumping, trying to make it to her friend, fearing the worst.

Upon cresting the hill and looking down, there was no sight of the tendril, nor of whatever it had belonged to down there. There was, however, one still form lying on the beach. Mille's heart broke. Tears started streaming down her face as she moved slowly down the hill, reaching Alma's side and sinking to her knees. She was still breathing, and that was good...she was unconscious...and it had been because Mille had run. She'd been too late to save her new and only friend...more tears fell slowly down her cheeks, and she cradled Alma's head in her lap, gently holding her friend. Her tears fell on her cheek. "I'm so sorry...oh God, I'm so sorry Alma...I tried...I tried so hard to make it back...God no, why is this happening..." She wept bitterly, rocking back and forth gently, still holding the other girl.

Alma was laughing madly inside her head, she knew the time was at hand. Her hand twitched and an tendral quickly lashed out wrapping the girls arms beside her body. She kept her hand hidden she wanted to slowly let her know. The tentacle bound her tight barely giving the girl enough room to even wiggle. She slowly opend her eyes and looked up at the girl. "m...m..mille....where did you go?" She suddenly smiled with an evil grin, shw slowly sat up and sat down beside the girl.

Mille continued to hold Alma, unaware of the appendage until it wrapped all the way around her. "Wha-? NO!" She struggled...or rather, tried to, but the tentacle was holding her too tightly to do much more than kick her legs, and she couldn't do that for fear of hitting Alma. "Put me down, dammit! She needs help!" She tried to thrash, to move, to get to her friend...but to no avail. The tendrils held fast.

Mille's eyes opened wide as she heard Alma's voice. "Oh, God...Alma, thank God you're awake! I'm sorry...I ran, like you said, but then I came back...you gotta go, or they're gonna get you again! Get out of here..." She broke off a bit, seeing Alma's smile, watching as she sat next to her calmly, apparently unbothered by the tendril binding Mille. "Al...Alma? What's going on?" She asked, her voice fearful, wondering if something had been done to her friend. She searched the other girl's face, wondering what was going on, still straining as best she could against the restraining tentacle, trying to break free. Something was wrong here....

Mille continued to hold Alma, unaware of the appendage until it wrapped all the way around her. "Wha-? NO!" She struggled...or rather, tried to, but the tentacle was holding her too tightly to do much more than kick her legs, and she couldn't do that for fear of hitting Alma. "Put me down, dammit! She needs help!" She tried to thrash, to move, to get to her friend...but to no avail. The tendrils held fast.

Mille's eyes opened wide as she heard Alma's voice. "Oh, God...Alma, thank God you're awake! I'm sorry...I ran, like you said, but then I came back...you gotta go, or they're gonna get you again! Get out of here..." She broke off a bit, seeing Alma's smile, watching as she sat next to her calmly, apparently unbothered by the tendril binding Mille. "Al...Alma? What's going on?" She asked, her voice fearful, wondering if something had been done to her friend. She searched the other girl's face, wondering what was going on, still straining as best she could against the restraining tentacle, trying to break free. Something was wrong here....

Alma looked over at the girl and smiled wickedly, she moved her han infront of her and showed the girl where the tendral was coming from. She looked into her eyes and saw pure fear, her back bulged slighty. Suddenly a dozen tentacles burst out of the tiny slits in her back and bound the girl. She laughed as she picked the girl off the ground and let her hang in the air. She walked over and placed a hand on the girls cheek. "dont worry Mille......your my friend...ill go easy on you...for now"

"Alma...you...you're...?" Mille's eyes widened, and her heart shattered for the second time that day. One of the first people she'd tried to befriend... and now she, too, turned out to be one of the creatures that seemed to exist only to plage her existence. Still...she couldn't grasp this fact. She tried, but...it seemed so unreal to her. So wrong... "This is a joke, right? You're not Alma...you can't be! Alma would never...she'd..." But what could she say? Mille had known the person she'd called Alma for all of ten minutes. What had she really known? She searched the creature's face, looking for some sign of a lie. She found none.

"No...no, that's not right..." Mille felt weak. At this point, she'd normally be screaming, shouting, struggling to get away. But here she was, simply stunned by this revelation. Her first friend on the island...and it turned out she was no friend at all. Mille had no clue why she felt so strongly about it...she supposed she should have expected something like this, but she hadn't. "How...how can you be one of them...?"