The Cheshire

Time

  Four months, Four months she ran. Stopping occationally for food and short amounts of sleep. Her hunger for human organs grew. Her own humanity slowly becoming nonexistent, unbeknownst to her, her teeth sharpened, and her skin grew even paler as she lived by night. Over that time she had acquired the nickname 'the Cheshire' from gossip and reporters. She gained the name from the one survivor that excaped since her start, The boy claimed to only see "the eyes of the devil, and the teeth of a killer" of course later on, she found the man and properly disposed of his life.
Now in this time she still saw the shadows of the demon Kazarr. Short glimpses of his tall frame.

Once or twice while out hunting she was beaten to the kill, only managing to get a glimpse of a Black and Blue figure leaping from the window before she found the family already dead and gutted. Often if the Family has a pet, wether it be a cat, dog or once a rabbit. It was found hanging from the ceiling fan or a hook on a wall.
 
    Another four months

The lack of 'human' contact was starting to get to her. Alexa hadn't spoken in about a month. She's given up on it. There was no point. When was becoming less and less 'human' as time went on. Reveling in the screams of her victims. After every kill. She would draw a large toothy grin on the wall, encouraging her nickname as the cheshire.

One night she was deep into the woods, in a small clearing where she had made her camp, she was eating some caramel that she snagged from a victims home. Despite her diet or mainly meats, she still had a sweet tooth, there was a rustling in the bushes nearby. she jumped up, grabbing the axe that was lying on the ground beside her. The carmel fell to the ground as she looked around, her pupils dilated cat-like. "Who's there..?" Her voice was scratchy and low.