Her father seemed so scattered. What was he worried about? Her big brown eyes just stared at him, her mouth in a little 'o' shape. "I took care of him Daddy. Just let me have another taste," and she reached out with her other hand to peel off another piece of skin to chew on. She hummed, a little blood on her lips. "He's tasty."
She wiped her mouth with her finger and licked the blood off like she was devouring a bag of potato chips with the leftover salt. "You left the door open for me. I wanted to come find you."