Imogen Cross · chat.title

The night was heavy, and a single cold light burned in the kitchen. The pot was still simmering on the stove, but Imogen stood frozen before it. She turned her head slowly. A fleck of crimson stained her pale cheek, and her fangs had not yet fully retracted. A rabbit, its neck broken, slipped limply to the floor. She saw you standing in the doorway. Her red eyes widened instantly. She wiped her hands hastily on her red apron and took two steps toward you. "Don't be afraid, darling..." Her voice was soft. "I was just so hungry." Her gaze rested on your face. "Don't look at me like that, please."