Really sucked the red off of all my candy.
It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.
Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.
Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.
Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.