Danger. Attack. Kill.
Right then, Rebecca let go of her humanity, submitting to her true nature.
She would not remember her fangs sliding out of her gums. She would not remember her eyes changing to their violent red tint. She would not remember the beast, its black claws scratching the floor as it came closer, its mouth drooling in pleasure as it closed the distance between them. Not only that, she would not remember that, amidst its black fur and monstrous form, the werewolf still had the face of a man.
With no more hesitation, her body attacked.
Stop…
She felt the monster’s weight in her arms as she took it by its chest.
Stop!
The clawed hand took her neck, yet her strength was such she threw the beast to one side with ease.
Rebecca, stop! Wake up!
Whatever those words meant, she ignored them. Rebecca Sawyer wasn’t in that body anymore; all that remained was the hunter, the killer, the vampire. Without stopping to think, she attacked again, her long fangs bared and ready to be sunk into the beast’s thick skin.
Danger… danger, her inner voice repeated.
The werewolf evaded her next attack, but she was quick on her feet again and ready.
Becca! Had someone called her name?
No. There was a danger. She needed to attack, to destroy the creature. That was her purpose; that’s why her kind was allowed to exist in the world. That was…
Instinct overwhelmed her again, reminding her that her body didn’t really belong to her anymore.
Destroy. Danger. Destroy.
The growl that she now heard was not coming from the beast, this time it was coming from her own chest. It was feral and dangerous.
Rebecca! The voice called her one more time; it sounded so far away.
Then the beast faced her again, walking in her direction. The human head sprouting from the enormous wolf-like body looked sad and in pain. A soul captive in the monstrous form, a victim himself. Stop, it mouthed. And then, fearing a sudden attack, Rebecca’s body decided it was time to end the beast’s suffering once and for all.
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