Lips drag back to reveal unusually sharp white teeth as the girl snarls. Her arm slamming against the tree branch as if the pain would jar her from what she wanted to do, needed to do.
A sheen of sweat showing on her copper skin as she stumbles deeper into the heart of the forest. Her friend calling behind her is ignored as she tries to seek sanctuary in the night.
But before she knows it she stumbles and falls down a slope, knocking herself unconcsious by a rock. When she woke up she noticed that her friend is beside her but is deathly pale. She goes to reach out to shake her shoulders when she noticed her fingers coated in blood. She has only this to think as her tongue flicks out to lick the precious red drops:
'My lips... my hands... Dripping with the blood of my kill. As I press my wet fingers to my cheeks allowing the blood to smear down as a mad laugh takes me. My eyes shining brilliantly in the moonlight a sick yellow before I once more become a werewolf.'
And with tht she sinks her fangs into her friends neck.
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