Everyone stopped talking as soon as she entered the scene. They watched in horror as she slithered across the ground, oozing charm from every pore. She first addressed a dumbfounded, yet handsome buck, who silently agreed to accompany her.
Finally, she made her way to a particular group of does, slender and pale, like a string of pearls. Their mouths hung open; they had cut off her head with glee, spewing vile curses as she gurgled and cried. Her eyes blossomed with undead life, her neck adorned with rubies and garnets of coagulated blood. She had had the last laugh.
"Eat your heart out," she sneered.