"Think it's safe to be alone?" she murmured, her voice rising and falling in more of a sing-song rhythm than a normal speaking cadence. "Monsters in the cellar," she whispered, her lashes fluttering as she reached out one cool, pale hand toward him.
"Don't like that we know about them," she added as her eyes widened and focused on him. "They'll slip one day, splash into their own mire and we'll have them."
She smiled, but there was nothing sweet or innocent about it. It was a predatory smile, the smile of one who liked pain, liked torture, the smile of a woman who was imagining just that.
"So pretty, all drenched in red and screaming," she breathed as she drifted a few steps down the hall, chasing an imaginary captor. She stopped a few feet away and turned to regard him.
"He calls me Dru, but he's not here yet. Neither of them are. Lost and left me alone in pursuits of their souls ..." She sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping with the motion. "I miss my puppies and my mummy ..."