Rose once again clenched her teeth as she felt a small row of sharp teeth pierce her smooth and bare shoulder, a small trickle of blood dripped down her arm. Defiantly, Rose struggled.<br/>"I refuse to be a cheap snack"<br/>Struggling violently, the creature found it hard to bite down firmly, Rose scowered the area around her for anything to use as a weapon. To the right of the bed sitting on a plate was a knife, a small metal dinner knife though a knife all the same. If only she could reach it...