The Enchanted Division
She then heard a quick heartbeat and a crack of a leaf being stepped on, a scent immediately hitting her. The scent was the familiar smell of the common deer around this area of the woods. Evelyn immediately ran towards its direction, careful not to step on anything that could sign her arival. She was quiet and swift, the deer never expecting her despite the creature's sensitve senses.
A row of sharp teeth overlapped her normal ones, three more rows on the roof of her mouth. Clearly, she wasn't the kind of vampire with only two fangs. How would she even be able to break through the skin with only two fangs? It seemed ridiculous to her that people would believe that sort of stereotype.
Her math bit right through the animal's fur, skin, fat and flesh, eventually reaching its main vein. She thirstily drank from the shaken creature.
She then stood up from her crouched position, her eyes never leaving the boy. "Hello..."