It was a bloodbath: absolutely delicious and just calling out for her.

Crouched on the ground, she held her cupped calms to rosy red lips, tongue quickly flicking in and out of mouth to lap up the tasty crimson substance. Her attention averted to a limb, which in her hast had been strewn to a side. Delicately, she plucked it from the pool of blood it’d been soaking in, and tore at the cold flesh with her front teeth, chomping and chewing greedily. When finished, she smacked her lips, appreciating the full stomach she now had.

And, in the distance… carnival music churned and wailed, as the frantic screams of a family in need were drowned out by the droning pumps of each note that she knew so well, that she was now humming subconsciously…

Yeah, I was bored in English. It happens sometimes. Review, my duckies. ;D