I created a table of doom and this is the first prompt I've finished.

096. Vampire; Cheshire Grins and Toadstool Bruises

Regan watched as Ginevra Moffet languidly got to her feet; the darkness of their shared cell made it look as if she was rising from the dead, and when her face did meet a shaft of filtered light, it only emphasized her blood-shot eyes and blooded lips. The gray horizontal stripes of their prison garb elongated her body, letting her fade, long and thin, into the wall behind her. And, when Gin grinned at Regan, she imagined that those canines looked particularly sharp and more pointed than usual.

Next to Regan, Till laughed.

Regan could tell Gin was having a hard time of it. She was shaking and every exposed piece of skin was lathered with a thick skein of sweat. Every so often, Regan would cast her glance at Gin, and Till would reach over and put her hand on Gin’s hand or shoulder.

When they were on break, Regan handed Gin a handkerchief—really just a torn piece of cloth, and watched as a series of hacking coughs wracked her body.

Gin brought the cloth away from her face, the blood on the faded fabric shined. One of the other girls that was near at the moment—new and younger than most—gasped when she saw the blood. The girl’s hand automatically rushed to cover her small, round mouth, and her eyes widened. She slanted herself away from Gin and the bloody handkerchief.

Regan smirked at the girl, and watched as Till clasped one of Gin’s wrists in her hand.

Till shook her head and pursed her lips at the girl before turning back to Gin, her eyes alight. “So, Vampira, any room in that coffin for me, doll-face?”

Gin wiped the blood from her lips. “For sure.”