As she reached the vine the held the bloom swiftly whipped toward her. There was absolutely no pain, but she distinctly saw the sharp thorns as they lightly scored the flesh along her wrist. The large, full, bloom then neatly nestled into her outstretched hand. The fragrance intoxicating as the first ruby red drops of her blood rose from her skin to be thirstily drunk by the obviously predatory botanical aberration.