Piranha

It is 1876 in Verona Italy but romance is not in the air. Death, the smell of it it was everywhere. People always wondered what possessed others to kill. They were wrong about one thing ; it's not what , it's who.
I am one of those who where killed. Head partially severed, partially electrocuted then dumped barely alive in a pool of piranhas.
What remained of my body was never found. Now I pay the same favors through others I posses. My name was Annabelle Taylor. Friends called me Belle. But now, my name is Piranha.