I'm surprised at what you believe. I'm that simple girl, skipping down the dirt path surrounded by trees, with a basket of goodies filled with the mother of my mother. I must be careful of the wolf, people think.
Please.
I am the wolf.
I'm the one fading in and out among the forest, stalking my prey. I don't just use claws and fangs; I use silver bullets and blades. I use my superhuman senses to smell them out.
No one suspects it. I've got secrecy on my side. A hood hides my ears, a skirt covers the tail. And the red color wasn't to create the irony.
It's the color of blood.
So no one sees my destruction.
A little thing about blood...
It's a stupid thing. Too much of it kills you. Too little kills you.
We all have different types. A, B, O, and some are negative.
And vampires, which I believe in.
They say vampires draw blood from the victim. They prey on beautiful women, and take it from their necks.
That's not correct.
Blood draws vampires. Think about it-- if those women could live without blood, would the vampires attack them?
Didn't think so.
I'm not attempting to be so harsh, for those of you thinking that. I'm only straightfoward. I speak my opinion. I speak the truth.
If you don't like it, my sword has your name on it. And silver always finds it's target.
Afraid of the big, bad wolf?
You'll be very surprised when you meet her.