Fangs. Long, white, shiny fangs. Right in front of him. The mirror couldnt lie, it was just a mirror. A smell was coming from the kitchen. It wasnt food, no. Food didnt smell this good. It smelled different, fresh, delicious. He couldnt help but lick his lips as every time he took a breath that delicious smell made him crazy. ForewordHey guys! Here is my new story hope you like it. Comments are appreciated!