When the last of the burning, raging fire finally sizzled out of my fingertips, and I could open my mouth without screaming, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in an alley, that I was certain. Sitting up I noticed rats sat squeaking quietly in dark corners, watching me, but never creeping any closer. It would be like this from now on, I realized. My new, harsh form radiated an aura of violence, keeping even the pesky gnats at bay. I dwelled on this for a fraction of a second, and my brain, working much, much faster than it had before, quickly switched gears to a new topic.
My senses, acute and alert, took in everything; a rhythmic beating, created by the small hearts of the rats; each small particle of gritty dirt beneath my fingertips; the stale stench of stagnant pond water, just a half a mile away. All of this was incredibly overwhelming, though it had only taken me a mere second to absorb. There was one scent that I had previously overlooked, since it was barely there, just a trail left from, perhaps, a few days ago. Once I found it, though, it could not be reburied amongst all the other filth of the alley, and this new odor hit me like a ton of bricks. Memories came rushing back to me, and suddenly my mind cleared as I focused on the recollections.
I saw the man who brought me here, to this dank alley, saw him grab my arm and haul me here away from the hustle and bustle of the late night London streets. He dragged me through many dark back roads where we finally reached the lane where my life was changed forever. He threw me to the ground and then kneeled down next to me. Bringing his lips to my wrist, I thought he might kiss my hand. Instead, he sank his teeth into my snowy white skin, and everything went black. I heard him say that I was lucky, that he could have simply killed me. I wished he would, wished he would take my life, because death had to be better than this, this fire coursing through my veins. He told me that he would be back, and that he had big plans for me. I heard his footsteps reverberating off the walls of the alley as he walked away, leaving me to burn.