MaKayla Songer

“Hey there little Red Riding Hood… You sure are lookin good… you’re everything that a big, bad wolf, would want…”

Chris closed his eyes and willed the brilliant, terrible scene to vanish

His hands no longer danced across the keys like great white ghosts, haunting in their agile grace.

Blood dripped from his long, glistening fangs, trickled down his chin, and pooled bright and beautiful and terrible around the body of that poor girl.