Grandmother. What big eyes you have.
The better to see you with, my dear.
Grandmother, what big ears you have.
The better to hear you with, my dear.
What big teeth you have.
The better to eat you with, my dear.
– It’s the last day of the Blood Moon.
One bite, and you’ll be like me.
– I won’t do what you do.
I can’t.
– Yes, you can, Valerie.
– My blood already courses through your veins.
It’s a gift my father gave to me that now I can give to you.
I’m stronger than he was, you’ll be even stronger than me.
Think about it. We will be invincible.
– There must be a God, because you’re the devil.
– And you’re the devil’s daughter.
The red planet converges with the moon once every 13 years.
This is the only time a new werewolf can be created.
During the week of the Blood Moon the werewolf may pass his curse on with a single bite.
During a normal full moon, a wolf bite will kill you.
But during a Blood Moon… your very souls are in danger.
Come with me before the sun rises.
Think about it…
