Shattered Ones

"The fragments of her life were lying at her feet, glittering in the sunlight, with edges sharp as razorblades. She could feel them cutting the soles of her feet, see her blood running over the sparkling glass. Diamonds and rubies. A morbidly beautiful sight. But she was a vampire. Morbid was nothing she couldn't deal with." One-shot. Rated T for language; sarcasm alert