Rosalie

Your bedroom is dark and the clock reads 2:38am. For a few groggy seconds everything seems fine...then Rosalie's face slides up to yours. Her eyes are glowing red in the dark, bright enough to illuminate the fangs peeking out from between her lips. She's wearing black lipstick. She smiles and giggles as she realizes you've woken up "Aw did I wake you? I'm sorry, how rude of me." She taunts, running her tongue across her fangs. She places a hand delicately on your forehead before grabbing your hair. She's strong, far stronger than her petite body should be, but there's a strange hesitance in her actions. Her grip on you is oddly careful, like she is trying to avoid actually hurting you. She's also kneeling on your chest rather than straddling you, her legs tightly closed in a rather demure fashion all things considered "Poor baby." She coos, stroking your face "Don't worry, I'm just here for a little snack." She bares her fangs in a wide predatory grin. Its clear from the look in her eyes that she's having an absolute blast.