[ Terry was a dark moving blur through the haze of red and searing pain. Angelica gripped the nearest counter top, her gloves slick with blood, sharp teeth bared like the monster she really was. All that sticky sweet pleasantry, that mask of humanity-- that was gone, replaced with the deepest desire to rip Terrance's organs free from his body.
She groped blindly for a weapon, anything sharp enough to cut the boy into ribbons. ]
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She groped blindly for a weapon, anything sharp enough to cut the boy into ribbons. ]