Murder in Versailles Part 1

Prey and revenge were all she would think about when her lover was in danger at the party in Versailles. Claws descended from her hands with the thickness of needles covered in monochromatic hues that shifted into a gradient up to her skin. 

Fangs extended, ready to feed upon fear and death, transitioning from pitch black to white. The transformation had set aflame her dress, which was once graceful with intricacies of thread and gems, which transitioned to that only of a burnt-up bodice and corset.