Teeth flashed- bold and sharp, and it was hard to tell if his eyes were even open, for is they were, there was a sickening absence of his pupils, and no veins bulged or were seen, like the one's on his throat. The snarl grew more feral as he slammed her against the piano, the keys springing up in a soured chord.
A glass vase nearby shattered, water flooding down towards them from atop of the piano, bringing sharp shards raining between the pair before his strong hand returned it's grip to her throat and held her harder and harder, determined to squeeze the very breath of her just as the wild winds of an oncoming storm fluttered open the curtains to the music room which snuffed all candles of light.