I gave myself 100 seconds to write 100 words (initial word count was 117, so I had to edit slightly to bring it down to 100). This is the result:
The night was dark, as night tends to be. Through the quiet streets hurried a young woman. As she passed by an ale house, a drunk leered at her. He grinned. She glowered.
“Lighten up, dollface” he sneered. “I’m just checkin’ out the wares.”
She scowled, turning away.
“Awh, c’mon,” he persisted. “Smile. Unless you want to put that mouth to better use.”
The woman paused for a moment, before turning back to face the man. A hint of a smile appeared on her lips. “You know, I think I might.” She grinned, her lips parting, revealing her bloodstained fangs.