They run, they always run from me, Carmen mused, as she smashed her way through the glass, having tunneled through the avalanche that surrounded the cabin. Perhaps they were intimidated by her dusky Latin charm, perhaps it was the fact that she didn't have any hair any more, and how her left eye kept falling out. She thought it was cute, but they screamed, they always screamed, so she'd bite them to shut them up. Then she'd fall in love again, and want this one to be hers forever, and then he'd run. The cycle continued without end.
She stepped into the hall of the cabin, looking around for her quarry. "Oh Seth, my love, please return to me, you are meant to spend your eternal requiem in my arms, and we will live in hell together, lighting the darkness with the fires of our passion!" A shard of red fabric fell from her dress, a slinky dress that had been red many decades ago, and in style for that matter, but now simply showed too much for anyone to retain his sanity around her long.