Diet Breaker: Dark Fantasy

So there I stood, feeling kind of foolish, blood on my mouth, my hands, and all over my shirt--of course I hadn't worn dark clothes or bothered with a bib, because I wasn't going to eat people anymore. And Rhonda was so proud of me, too, for losing some of that blood lust and the unsightly tooth length that went along with it. The diet was working! But then I saw the bubbly blonde in the low-cut dress and--poof! There went my self-control. It wouldn't help that she was blonde, either. Rhonda knew well that I had a weakness for blondes; it's how she became part of the diet plan, after all. This was worse than the time I'd sleep-walked and found myself in front of the fridge with a whole pound of butter in my hands.

Inspiration: LJ spotlight on the trashy_eats community.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Not sure where this would go from here, but the set-up is really entertaining!