BtVS: Vampire!Willow
She swipes her tongue over a heady mixture of lipstick and pulsing blood. This world is ripe for the slaughter, its streets crowded with animals in bare-necked dresses and Sunnydale High letterman jackets. From the shadows of an alleyway where a girl’s body sags in her grip, she scents the fleshy sauce of a thousand others just like this one -- herdbeasts, wild, incautious game unaware they’re menu, not men. Although she does prefer the females. Something about that final smear on a soft, cooling throat. Thoughtfully, she traces a new layer over her lips. She can’t imagine being bored here.