Turned
Prologue
Outside POV
The blood smelled to wrong like it was spiked with alcohol and drugs. Beer and Crack was what came to mind, but even though it smelled rancid it drew him at a soul deep level. He needed to feed whatever blood mobile this person was would do for him. So his predator senses took over, his teeth elongated into pristine white fangs like the ones you find on a lion or shark, and his usually green eyes turned to black with traces of scarlet in their depths. His mind was taken over with vision of his victim screaming in pain while he drank the life blood that would taste as if he were human and he was drinking melted chocolate. He liked the pain he was made his victims feel and now was grinning as he thought that this next person was going to feel excruciating pain as he drank their blood.
He stood up and began to hunt….