A Wicked Beauty

She was swathed in a white light, the soul freeing from her body. Then she felt the familiar tingle of a vampire nearby. She didn't recognize her own voice as it had a snotty nasal british charm to it. And the blood crazy hunger that drove her new demon forth. A snarl clogged in the back of her throat as she felt two powerful hands glide over her stomach, looping through her arms. She let out several deep low growls, beckoning him to do the same. She whimpered as she felt something akin to family call out to her muddled brain. A distinct response to quench her thirst overpowering her senses to feed, fuck, and kill. She snarled again when she heard a sick crack coming from the upstair's railing. A human was just flung 50 feet down below. And she ran through the door, grabbing the first human up, and rejoiced in the whiny sounds coming from his throat. With one quick motion of her hands around his head, the bones popped and cracked. And she struck with accuracy, taking 3 long pulls of the sweet nectar. Then dropping the body, she wiped the stain coaxed on her lips.