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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4534592" data-attributes="member: 79171">Death did not come.  Or if it did, she was not aware of it.  But with a sudden feeling—the likes of which she had never felt before—Clover suddenly found herself opening her eyes to a world that was free of pain and full of possibilities.   She lay on her back, staring up at the basement ceiling. Though only a single match lit the room, she saw that, somehow, she could clearly see the beams and spider webs above. She was attuned to their movement. Her eyes followed the little beasties from tendril to tendril, carefully sidestepping their pray to trap them further. Then, she watched intrigued as one spider bore down on her dinner. Her eyes honed in on it, watching it in minute detail. Closer. Closer. She focused and saw each hair on the fly’s leg, quivering feebly as the spider drained its victim of blood. Savoring in the hunt.  Then, Clover all of a sudden zoomed out, shaking her head dizzily. How could she see such things? What had happened to her eyes?  But then, the same thing seemed to have happened to all of her senses. She… felt the others in the room—four others. Three, she heard, had racing hearts, and one, she heard, had shallow breath. The one with shallow breath… his heart was slowly calming down.   She felt them in the room in sound and in temperature. Three warm bodies. One slowly becoming cooler.   For once in her existence, Clover didn’t think so much as she analyzed. She could take in the entirety of the room and the beings in the room. Touch them with all of her senses.  All of them.  Hunger.  Clover’s hands came up and she laid them on her stomach, which screamed at her. She felt a sudden, insatiable urge to feed. She remembered, for a moment, how she had bitten her tongue and loved the taste of her blood. She remembered wanting to taste Mavis and Suzy’s blood as well.   That thought had repulsed her.  Now… did it intrigue her?  ‘Just… one… bite… won’t… hurt…’  She rolled and bore herself up on her knees. Though she had always been feeble, her muscles suddenly felt stronger. She slowly raised her head and stared at the others in the room.   As Clover licked her lips in anticipation, she felt something odd in her mouth and, again, bit her tongue.  ‘What’s wrong with my teeth?’  She knelt and reached up a quivering hand, parting her lips and reaching inwards only to feel that her teeth felt different. Her canines were now… sharper?  ‘All the better to slash your prey.’  ‘What did I just think?’  She shivered as she heard two internal schools of thought duke it out. One logical. The other… not so much.  And then, she lost control of her body.  Clover jumped up and found herself pouncing forward, grabbing the first person she saw: the little girl.  Suzy screamed as Clover roughly grabbed her shoulders, digging her digits into the girl’s fragile skin. Clover thought that her vision went red and bloodlusted, and she opened her mouth wide and produced a sound which she was sure she could not have made in her former state. It was a hiss, of sorts, that reminded her of some crazed animal.  She felt her own blood begin to pound as she wrestled the child to the floor and knelt over her, and she grinned manically and felt her fangs elongate.  ‘Where?! The arm?! The chest?! The neck?! Where do I feed from this <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ing child!?’  Clover lunged down at the child, intending to violently slash away at her neck. But, she recoiled on her own.  ‘How dare you!?’  “Shut up! This little piggy is going to market, and then to slaughter!”  She lunged again! But this time, it was not her internal voice which snapped her back.   The little girl, frightened beyond explanation, suddenly screamed, “Why are you doing this to me!?”  Clover’s world was suddenly no longer red. With a gasp of shame, she released the girl and jumped up, backing up and crashing haphazardly into the wall.  It was then she smelled it: blood.  She turned and noticed the preacher for the first time. He looked very pale and cold, and he leaned against the wall in a half state of consciousness. She wasn’t sure if he was coming or going at this point. She saw on the wall, which had piqued her interest before, a violent spattering of crimson. And then, she saw the preacher’s hands and face.   ‘Blood.’  Again, her vision went red. Surely… it wouldn’t matter since he was already bleeding, right?  She felt her primal instincts surge up once more.  ‘I’m… hungry!’  This time, she lunged at the preacher. His blood was ripe for the taking! There, glistening along his knuckles and brow. Crimson and beautiful.   The air smelled of iron…</blockquote>

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