Blood spurted and slowly her lips curved upward within a smile. Small dots of crimson marred her white skin, her hands covered in it. The wretched body of the mortal beneath her, was no more. But a mere memory of the past. Her hand was deep in his chest, clutching his heart and she could still smell his fear, taste it, his sweet elixar of blood and fear on her tongue still. She brought her hand to her lips and touched the tip of her tongue to a drop of blood and a shiver ran the length of her body as if she delighted in the taste of it. Perhaps she did. Her face was twisted in wretched pleasure that should not be.
There screams were pure pleasure. The terror of the unknown yet knowing all the same, that they were going to die by HER hands. She leaned over the child, her soft lips cruising his neck in a gentle kiss. "Remember...my name is Rose." Just like a rose, so beautiful yet deadly, touch the thorns and you bleed.
Her fangs sank deep and his cry echoed on the wings of the night. She bled him dry but that was only one of many. Her thirst could never be quenched, she could never stop this dying, burning need to fullfill what lurked deep within her body.
A beast, a deep hatred that was all she felt at times, a burning need to kill.

((Don't worry, I wont be posting like that all the time but maybe half like that))