Pointed Teeth

The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir. She screamed at the sight of the shattering glass, as it penetrated her skin and unleashed the temptation. Her moves were slow, as if not to wake a buried grave, though it was uncontrollably spilling out so fast they jerked towards her, skin pale whist a shadow hung over their faces. She paused to make a last breath but they took it from her, along with every ounce of life in her soon to be cold body.