Vampire Dolls The Legend of Adocinda

She closed the gap between where she was and the top of the bed, with the precision of a graceful panther. Her movement was almost undetectable. Sarah dropped down and crawled the last few inches, with her belly a mere fraction of an inch off the surface of the bed. She was scarcely aware of the thin line of saliva dripping, in anticipation of the kill.
Adocinda stood at the foot of the bed, and watched her flourishing in all her majesty. Turning to look towards the door, Adocinda’s eyes flamed up as her senses were consumed with passion. There, in the doorway, she could see Barnabus intently watching the scene play itself out. He had stopped partaking in his meal to come watch his children in action.
Sarah fixed her attention solely on her prize. There were no other sounds, no other sensations able to penetrate her thoughts. Within striking distance, she stilled her breath.