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a grin cracks through rose’s features, pearly and long fangs exposed. she enjoyed the effect: the smell of fear in waves, the heartbeat rate picking up and that small stutter… it made her tongue slither out and over plump lips, ‘ you’re already here, though. ‘ she pouted, and it was surely a terrifying sight, with the long fangs pressing her bottom lip and the dark veins that crawled like black vipers beneath her skin all around her eyes. as her face had changed, s had her hands – at least partially. long, bony fingers became longer, sharp nails that were closer to claws replacing her nails. she closed the distance between her and the girl in two long strides, grabbed by the shoulders and sank her fangs deep into her neck (it was a good thing that the area was secluded and often left alone), relishing at the sweet taste of blood flooding her mouth.
if the fear didn’t show before, it was surely there now. the fangs, the eyes. it was all enough to make her eyes widen. june was ready to run fast and far away from whatever it was that stood before her, but she didn’t get the chance. within moments, she felt the claws grip her shoulders, and veins pierce her skin. it was painful, and june couldn’t help but let out a loud shriek. she hoped that maybe if she screamed loud enough, someone would come help her. she screamed, and screamed, but it seemed the more blood she drew, the weaker she was getting.
