Author's Notes:

Zapper frost. That is all.

Red dripped from Twilight's shaky hooves, a crazed grin spread across the mare's face as she bit and tore into her prey. The sickening rrrrrrip-rrrrip of its skin tore at the air, complementing the muffled groans of her feasting.

"...Twilight?"

Twilight whirled around with an animalistic growl, shreds of red-stained white and yellow still hanging from the corners of her maw as she narrowed her eyes.

"Twilight," Spike deadpanned, flipping the lights on, "you don't have to hide when you're eating quesadillas... also, you're dripping hot sauce on the floor again."