Smirk
She wakes with a jolt, putting her hand to her throat, the punctures on her neck throbbing insistently; she sees him in her dreams, but when she wakes, nothing remains save for a smirk fading into the darkness of her mind.

Nuance
The change in her was slight like the subtle shifting of the winds, but she was different, nonetheless, though she claimed she felt perfectly normal despite the attack; sometimes, she talks about a man who comes to her at night, and when asked who he is, she doesn't know how to answer at all.

Virtuous
She shudders when the cool fingertips brush the inside of her inner thigh, too close—not close enough; a slight shift in her hips causes him to laugh at her need; a virtuous woman tried to protect that which made her "virtuous"; she didn't give in to dark seducers.

Breathing
Her room smells of death and immortality, her breath just a shallow hitch in her chest; she looks to the sunshine beaming through her window, knowing it would be the last time she'd feel the sun on her skin; with her dying breath, she becomes a child of the night.

Wishes
Wishes are a mortal's reprieve, he scoffs at her; unlike him, she had years to go until the last remainder of humanity left her soul.