The little girl smiled up at Viggo. It was a cruel, malicious smile, made even more jarring by her cute appearance. "Do you know why I came looking for you, Mister Viggo?"

He shook his head, backing away. Normally he would have some quip prepared, but this-

Well, this had taken him by surprise.

Angelica's smile widened. It was beyond cruel; now she looked utterly deranged. "We've met before. A long, long time ago."

A long time ago...? "You're only seven," he countered as he climbed to his feet.

"Hmm." She looked up at him with baleful eyes. "No. I'm not. And you are going to die."