PHOEBE
The vines directed into her mouth proved quite the distraction. They shoved the treat she had ripped from his shoulder down her throat and immediately she began to cough and splutter as she choked. Breathing was far more important than his hold on her and the blonde fell to floor as she released him, tugging at the vines around her mouth. The scene was gruesome, like a horror story of demonic possession as she gagged and flailed and ripped at vines covered in blood and blight coming from her mouth.
Her feet shoved her back away from them as quickly as she could manage, which got her away from the vines that had entered her mouth. A few more hard coughs and a small chunk of Remi's flesh flew from her mouth and across the room, dislodging from her windpipe.
Her feet shoved her back away from them as quickly as she could manage, which got her away from the vines that had entered her mouth. A few more hard coughs and a small chunk of Remi's flesh flew from her mouth and across the room, dislodging from her windpipe.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
