In a small house around England, lived a happy family. A mother, a father and a son.
They heard news of some dangerous assassin lurking around, so they were extra careful of who they opened the door to.
One day, someone knocked on their door.
The father, being cautious, opened the door and to his surprise, found a rather short red haired woman standing at the door.
“Let me in”
“W-what? Why should I let you in? You're a total stranger and-”
A red sword pierced his throat, he gagged and spat blood.
“Next time don't talk so much…”
She pulled out the sword from the man's throat, and he fell to the floor.
The woman squatted down to the man, touched his blood and licked her fingertip.
“Not even that tasty”
She walked in, some pretty light footsteps followed by screams and sounds of flesh sliced. The woman walked back to the man's body and dragged it deeper into the house, then she closed the front door.
“I like the redecoration”
She looked around, the walls and floor were stained by blood, spots and lines everywhere.
She grabbed a thick red string, which seemed to be a vein, and sucked on it.
“Mmm!~ Fresh and warm!~ Though it's cooling down quickly…”
She stopped sucking on the vein and looked around.
“I like this place, imma redecorate a bit more…”
She spent about an hour hanging red strings on the house, “decorating” it, though she had trouble dissecting the child.
“Urgh, why must I feel bad cutting up a kid…” *she said while having nails deep in the kid's abdomen*
A bit of blood spat onto her face.
“EWWW! *she spat to the side* Too salty!!”
She continued to extract veins from the child and drank a bit of blood for the trouble.
Once she had finished decorating she looked at her hands.
“Uuurrgghh!! I forgot to wash my hands after the first one!! Dammit!!!”
Her hands were… kind of normal… her fingertips were sharp, very sharp, almost nail-like.
“Oh well… I like how this house turned out. I may actually stay here!”
She walked into the bathroom to clean her hands, but spent lots of time cleaning them because most of the blood was almost solidified.
“Ooh! The bones could…! Uhh nevermind, I don't like the red and white contrast…”
After cleaning her hands, she put her gloves back on, walked to the living room, sat on the couch and drank a bit more blood.
“Yeah… I like it here”
While drops of blood and veins fell from the ledges of bookshelves and windows.
