Though she couldn't see the little girl, she could smell her. She ran slow enough where her footsteps could be heard, giggling innocently and taunting, "You're too slow!" With the little girl's heart racing - pumping that delicious, warm blood through her veins - February's mouth began to water. They always tasted so much better after they'd got their pulse jumping. She darted behind a tree and called gleefully, "Here I am, come and get me!" She waited, unable to hide her wide fang-revealing smile.