JENNIFER CHECK — 1991–2009 SHE WAS A MONSTER. BUT SHE WAS MY MONSTER.
She grinned. Her teeth were too white, too straight, too many. “Tasted like old jerky. Boys are better. Boys are an appetizer you don’t feel bad about finishing.” Jennifer--s Body -2009-
“I’m hungry,” she whispered. Her eyes weren't human. They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun. JENNIFER CHECK — 1991–2009 SHE WAS A MONSTER
“You brought scissors to a demon fight?” she laughed. Her teeth were too white, too straight, too many
Megan was at her locker when she heard the news. She smiled.
She touched it, looked at the red on her fingertip, and licked it clean. “Am I?” That night, she showed up at my window. I didn’t hear the glass slide open. I just felt the cold.
“The hunters,” I said.
