At first all was blackness, then the deep grey which wavered as the eyes grasped for some measure of the surroundings while starving for light. Starving like the Mouth of Hell for new souls. Starving like the Pit inside her, that infernal hunger that demanded so much more than blood, but rather what was carried inside it. The energy of life. That sliver of the soul. Fangs descended from her gums, her maw becoming that of Hell as every breath carried a bouquet of saccharine mixed with the tang of iron and copper, and something far richer besides. She brought a hand to her mouth and forced the fangs away so that she could imbibe the lavish crimson upon her flesh.
This made me smile Loved the awareness of the little things!