Contemero
"Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing"
A quaint cottage came into view with smoke puffing out like an old man with a pipe. Dirt flew as she skidded to a stop. She smoothed down her dust-grey apron and impatiently swiped off the dirt before she marched down to the door of the cottage. She knocked once and a thin, reedy voice beckoned her to come in. She let out a loud exhale of relief and with an ominous creak the door opened. Bright light pricked at her eyes and she squinted in pain for a moment. After her gaze adjusted to the light, a triumphant smile settled on her face, as she saw the frail, old granny lying in bed.
"Good morrow, Grandmother," she whispered, smiling slyly as she slowly walked towards the window to close the curtains. The old woman started with surprise as the room rapidly darkened and she quivered with an instinctual fear.
"M-my dear, why did you close the curtains?" the old grandmother stammered out, a deep fear settling in her bones.
"All the better to see you with, Grandmother," the girl replied back, her knife-like grin shining in the dark.
"D-dear–" the old woman faltered as her trembling increased.
"I'm awfully hungry, Grandmother," her eyes glowed as she loped towards the old woman lying in the bed with an easy grace more suited for an animal. "Could I partake in my supper, Grandmother?"
The moment the old woman shakily nodded, she lunged forward. Her eyes were huge and her sharpened teeth gleamed in the shadows of the fireplace. Her mouth was great and wide, and her hands curved as if it was a facsimile of a wolf's mighty paws.
Afterwards, when she had wiped most of the blood off, she sighed as she gazed out at the falling snow.
"It is no wonder that I yearn for purity, "a wry smile settled on her lips as she thought. "Because there is always a stain on me, the people I have killed." She walked out of the door, her lips as bright as freshly spilt blood. The flowers lay on the old woman's chest, the blood staining the blossoms red.