Michelle opened her eyes. Or at least, she tried to. The pounding in her head felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and the feeling in her guts made her think of things she'd rather not consider. She tried to get up, leaning on her shoulders, but they failed her. The back of her head hit the concrete, and life's precious nectar began flowing away from it. A maiden red spot on the filthy grey floor, mixing itself with dust and worse.
And then it happened. She turned around and opened her eyes, staring at the red puddle. Michelle needed no further hints as to what the feeling in her guts was, and what would be the only thing which could alleviate it. But could she... would she really?
And then cold instinct kicked in.She didn't know what happened, but she was suddenly beside herself, as if someone else was wearing her skin. She attacked the puddle of blood that had emerged from the back of her head with a savage lust, lapping it up like a wild dog. But it could not satiate her. She needed more. She tried scratching her own arms, but it wouldn't do.
And then she became aware of another presence near her. A body full of blood. Yes, blood was what she needed right now. She turned around, and faced a tall blonde. She looked at her neck, wondering for a second why she seemed to have no pulse, and immediately thereafter wondering how she knew this.
No matter. There was blood in her body, and that was all that counted. But suddenly, the beast within her faltered. Why? She wanted to rip her skirt off, tear through the woman's shirt, and suck out every sweet droplet of the precious red nectar. Yet Michelle, for she was Michelle again, and no longer the beast wearing her skin, faltered, and she did not know why.
But there was something about this woman. She radiated an aura of power, and as the two stared into each other's eyes, they knew each other for what they were - one disbelievingly, the other horrified.
The other woman’s power had been enough to keep Michelle at bay… for now. Yet under her skin, in her brain, and in her heart, she still felt the Beast’s call for blood. She had kept it at bay. But for how long?
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