Ivory had no idea what was going on. She was running through the streets with her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to remember what had just happened. God, why couldn't she control herself?! Why was she such a monster? At least she'd wiped the blood from her face. She just couldn't understand it. She'd been ambushed in the middle of the street a week ago, and ever since then, she'd had an almost insatiable blood lust.
A groan escaped her as images of her victims flashed through her mind, and she thought she was going to cry. Then she realised that running with her eyes shut wasn't the smartest thing to do as she collided with someone. The impact knocked her onto the ground, and her hair fell in front of her eyes. Pushing it away, she looked at who she'd banged into. A man, but she was distracted. She could smell blood.
No! Ivory, you can resist! She thought, but even as she did so, she felt her teeth start to lengthen, her fangs starting to sprout. She had to get away, but her fall had dazed her, and she was still slightly confused about what had happened, and she couldn't move at that moment.