Flash of silver. Splash of red.
Ch. 3 interlude
When the stranger showed up at their doorstep they hadn't thought anything of it, travelers weren't unusual. She smiled indulgently at her daughters as they twittered about how handsome the man Colin was while they prepared diner. She secretly agreed with them, he was tall with broad shouldered, piercing blue eyes, dark red hair, a straight nose, and generous lips. Not that she would ever stray from her beloved husband, but she still had eyes.
She watched in horror as the stranger they had let into their home snapped the necks of her husband and son. Before she had gathered her wits he had managed to grab not only her two daughters, but herself as well. He carried them down into the cellar and tied them up before taking a knife and cutting her arm and lapped up the blood. He repeated the action with her girls, smirking at their screams. Oh God, what did we let in our home? He laughed when her youngest ask if he was the devil, she didn't find it funny as she had thought the same thing.
"No, the devil I am not, but I am your worst nightmare made flesh." He laughed as he climbed the stairs and shut the cellar door, leaving them in darkness.
After a few minutes of tense silence, "Mama, are we going to die? Mama?"
She couldn't bring herself to answer her child, so she feigned sleep.
The next morning the monster came back and sliced her arm to the bone, slurping the blood that flowed from her wound. Strangely it didn't hurt as much as her daughters' agonizing screams that filled her last living moments.
