Kamaria could hear whispers all around her.
“Why is she so pale?,” “What up with the Goth look?,” “Did she kill somebody?,” etc. People passed her in the hallway and simply stared.
What the heck? What are they all staring at? she thought. Taking out her compact, she looked at her face. Oh my God, she thought. What the heck happened? She was… well, stunning. Kamaria couldn’t stop looking at herself. That was when she noticed them…

Her glistening, thirsty, fangs.