"Third one this week Maggie," He shouted to his young daughter, who was sat crosslegged in a rocking chair "Need to feed these girls to the cannables na'."
The man crossed the room to sit at a small plastic table, his daughter took off her sun glasses to show deep, peircing, violet eyes. She smiled emptilly with a frown on her face.
"Sorry father, the young ones are just so... Juicy." Her voice echoed of off the walls.
Her father stood up and left the room, a trail of blood in his place. He walked into the room again, holding a necklace. On the black chain was a wooden charm, with the outline of a man etched carved into it.
His voice was gruff as he told her "I want you to wear this, Maggie, the wolves are gonna be out tonight."
Maggie took the aged necklace and slipped it over her head without question. She stood to kiss him and left the small cottage, skipping through the dark like a normal 8 year old. When she was out of sight, the old care taker took off his glasses and faced a small yellow tinted mirror. He smiled, showing a set of sharp, blood stained teeth.
"Tonight, we hunt."
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That ok? It needs work, I know.