It spatters, drop by drop, gently as it fondles over her sultry smooth skin. She leans back in the tub, soaked in red, surrounded by the spooky quiet of the night. Only the fireplace patiently speaks. The leakage in the tub drips silently, daring to keep it calm. She slithers under and lets it cover her body. Her knees remain naked out of it. She massages them with the crimson water. It’s hot like the flames of the fire. She opens her knees from each other and casts her eyes on the girl, her head that’s bending into the tub, her hair loosed like river weeds, dripping blood from her lips. "You are scorching." She says. A pleasant smile widens over her mouth. She washes herself in the burning fresh ichor of the girl. A bath of immortal fluid. "I have lost the count." She says with herself and targets her words to the lifeless girl. "You must be the many one. Will god punish me for my sins?" She sneers and continues. "Only if he catches me in his chamber." She lifts herself from the tub and steps out of it. The blood, that she preciously worships, drips from her elegant form. She carelessly gets to her garment and crimson robe and colors the house red. The parents are left over the floor. Both flayed and covered in their own blood. Even a wolf is eager to see like that. On the table rests her slivering blade, coated with their blood. She stands in front of the fireplace with eyes that are filled with crimson blood. She whispers the words and the fire begins to increase. The flames rise and take over their chamber. She kneels before the light and lets the burning touch her. Blood drops commence moving. She rises her voice and spells the last words until her tone chokes by the pain. Her skin swallows each and every drop of life on her body. A great pain begins to feel over her shoulders, her chest, her sides, her arms and legs. It’s a friendly pain. She is in bond with it. But every time it aches so much, like needles piercing into her bones. Not a single drop is left when she stops moaning. The fire extinguishes at once. Nothing but a handful of ashes remains in the fireplace. The pain still runs through her bones. It disappears slowly but surely. She rises on her feet. Her skin becomes whiter. If there laid any wrinkle on her body, now it is all gone. She becomes softer and purer than before. No man could see her and not think that she came from heaven. An unnatural giving of sacrificing young girls. Her motives whether evil or selfish, she has one main goal, and that is to stay forever young and fresh in return for the lives of innocent maidens. Not a needle point regretful or sorry. Nothing bothers her mind about it. She picks her garment and puts them on with quite confidence, then ties her robe and grabs her blade. The blood on it is no more use. She rubs it clean with her robe. Maybe that is how she got it red. She crosses the bodies of the parents towards the child. Her body still hangs over the tub. She puts her in the right direction on the floor. Her face is absolutely pale. Her hands are cruelly cold. She bends gently and gives her lifeless cheek a soft kiss. No guilty, no remorse, no shame. She leaves the house and takes her way into the forest, back to the darkness, back among the minions of the evil.