Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

"Bite me."

The spook swung around, the request as easy as offering someone a cup of tea. One lump of sugar. No cream. Her eyes took on a more calm focus than her previous madness. All the what-ifs, all the psychological mind fucks aside... She stared at the man, waiting.

From his sunken eyes to the scent of faded blood - she knew what he thought he thought he was. Some beast of burden. Some night spook. Someone to walk fleetingly with in the depths of hell... only to abandon when something better came along. Her altar was finished - it just needed;

"Blood" she says, if he stumbled or started "I need blood now. Blood of woman and man. Don't worry, cher - I won't bleed you dry" and the spook cackles "if you're as pretty as you say you are, I am curious to see all the bitches fight over you come season."