She was unsure as to what exactly happened the previous night before. Those details were still milky to her. However she could guess why she was here as she looked to the floor. Four corpses rested there along with two huddled forms. Multiple blood colors were smeared on the floor and walls as well as the bodies. She raised her hands to the single source lighting the horrible scene. She looked in horror at the blood on her fingers as well as the blade of her chainsaw. Yellow...Purple...Indigo...Olive...Tyrian purple...Jade... They were mixed on her as proof of her deeds. Those who owned the blood were strewn across the room. She bit her lip and bent down to the corpse closest to her. The bones were poking through the skin and the fins laid in chunks around them. She raised her hand to trace the corpse. She led her fingers up to her forehead and she bit back a screech when the corpses fell apart to lay in two symmetrical pieces. Her mind flashed back to her piercing her chainsaw straight through his scalp and down to where he was sliced cleanly in half. She hung her head in shame as she pulled his tattered cape off of his shoulders.

"Eridan Ampora My Darling Kismesis The Murdered And The Murderer," She announced to deaf ears before turning and walking to a pit. She raised a lit match and tossed it inside letting the flame jump to life and spring across the pit. She dropped in the cape and watched as the fire consumed it before turning back to the others allowing the flames to continue dancing behind her.

Her gaze set upon another and she slowly trudged to sit beside them. She picked up the hood of the poor girl and gripped it in her hands in horror. Deep stains of olive blood resided there and she dropped one hand to the girl's tattered shirt. She gulped softly as she felt blood trickle onto her hands and she felt a burn at the back of her throat. She ignored it and noted a hole remained in the other's stomach. She shook her head and returned to the flames before dropping the hood inside. "Nepeta Leijon The Master Shipper Culled In Cold Blood," she hissed as the smoke rose from the abyss.

She turned and stooped at the indigo blood before brushing his dark hair out of his face. His makeup was smeared along with his and Nepeta's blood and a slow trickle of dried blood rested on the corner of his mouth. She raised the bottle and glanced inside and instantly regretted it. Purple blood was caked at the bottom and she sighed before rising and returning to the fire. She dropped the bottle and gulped. "Gamzee Makara The Bravest Of Us All For His Need To Never Be Sober," she whispered as the flames consumed the bottle.

"K...KANAYA?" A voice behind her croaked. She whirled around to see her friend trying to stand up. She rushed over to him and helped him lean against a wall.

"What Are You Doing Here Karkat," she whispered staring at him.

"I...I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD." he mumbled as he kissed her forehead. "YOU /WERE/ DEAD." His eyes widen in realization and he tries to scramble away from her.

"What Do You Mean," she inquired staring back at him. Then it hit her: He was right she WAS dead. Eridan had killed her simultaneously as she had killed him,but how was she alive now?

"KANAYA YOU'RE GLOWING!" He screams pointing his finger at you.

That's when her remaining shred of intelligence kicked in. She was glowing, the burn at the back of her throat, her sudden attentiveness, her teeth felt as if they had grew, and she was undead. She must have transformed into a Rainbow Drinker. However this was impossible they were myths! She closed her eyes.

"Karkat...Stay Away From Me." She instructs turning and walking out of the blood spattered room and heading towards her own. Once she was there she laid her head against a wall and allowed curse after curse to pass her lips. She was an abomination. A freak. Most of her friends were dead...again! She closed her eyes again and counted.

Vriska. "One."

Equius. "Two."

Sollux? "Three."

Terezi. "Four."

Karkat. "Five."

Tavros. "Six."

Herself. "Seven."

Four of her friends were dead. Perhaps even more than that, and some of them were by her own hand. How many more would die by her blade or teeth? How long onto she killed someone in her blood lust? When would she die? She screamed in aggravation before picking up a nearby knife and throwing it at the door in a fit of anger. The blade lodged in it and her gaze flickered back and forth from her hand and the door. Gog what was she doing now!? The burning returned in the back of her throat and she groaned in slight agony before she submerged herself into her recuperacoon and tried to sleep.