The Huntress

Vicky froze after hearing her name. The woman just continued to smile.

She looked normal, like any regular human. Her smile was normal too, but somehow it really unnerved Vicky.

"How... H-how do you know my name?" she asked in a trembling voice.

The woman just shrugged and stared into the small campfire. The flames danced to the rhythm of the bitter wind. It was mesmerizing to stare at, and for a moment, Vicky thought the flames were alive.

"Why don't you come closer? I don't bite. Not unless you are a marshmallow... Are you?"

"Am I what?" asked Vicky, already losing the tread of the conversation. The woman chuckled again and said, "Are you a marshmallow?"

Vicky stared at the woman with uncertainty, then just shook her head.

"See, then you have nothing to worry about! Come, sit on the opposite side of the fire!"