(continued in mid sentence)...like it was a surfacing whale in a sea of blood.
No, Tabby, don’t think about puncturing that neck and gulping the sugary candy laced blood from that fat man. ooooh, but I bet I could drink for hours just look at the size…STOP IT!

Tabitha purses her lips to conceal her protruding fangs and pinches herself under the podium trying to take her mind off of the hefty man who’s questioning her. To Tabitha he’s just gobbling on like a turkey, crowing for the axe, forcing her to strike like a hungry wolf caged in with a plump goose.

”... use your incredible body in movies?” The turkey gobbled.
Tabitha only catches the trail end of the question and takes a stab in the dark. Her voice sounds clenched, and forced out from the cheerio sized hole in her pursed, awkward looking lips. Tabitha is officially teeter tottering on the brink of losing it, and her dark lust for blood is weighing heavy.

“Well, before I became the monster, uh-hem, excuse me, the star I am today….”