*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click*.
Judy Hopps rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her bed. She took a deep breath and stretched. After that, she got out of bed and proceeded to get dressed. Usually by now she was fully awake and enthusiastic about her day to come. Today however, her morning routine lacked it's usual spark, and for a good reason.
Before she put her uniform on, she once again examined the scar on her side. It wasn't massive, but it was still very noticeable. She closed her eyes as she recalled how she received the scar.
Nick and her had been responding to a call that reported someone had robbed a gas station while they were on patrol. They chased the perpetrator into an alley, but then he started shooting. Neither Nick or Judy was expecting it, Judy was hit first. Nick managed to hit the robber before he got away with a tranquilizer, but Nick was also hit. An ambulance arrived, but not before both Nick and Judy had lost over 50% of their blood.
They had spent three days in the hospital, and four more days on paid leave. When they returned to work, the chief had given them almost nothing but paperwork for a week. The dynamic duo hated it of course. At the same time, they couldn't blame the chief. He was just making sure two of his finest officers had plenty of time to recover from their ordeal.
That still didn't mean they liked it.
Expecting another day of paperwork, Judy walked out of her apartment and headed to work.
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My existence has only been about two weeks, but in those weeks I've grown stronger. I've gained enough crimson to last me for what I think should me another week. My understanding of the world has grown. My thoughts are longer, and more complete. I'm warm. I feel more alive.
I haven't killed anyone. I won't. I only take what I need, and then just a little more to sustain me longer.
I'm currently living in a cave outside the city, in the mountains. It's strangely warm up here. Not that I'm complaining. My sight is pretty good even in the dark. I haven't seen any living thing up here besides me. But I can imagine that those who see me may think I'm strange and they'd be right. The form I'm currently as is what I call my grey form.
My shape in this form resembles that of a fox's, but my color scheme is very different. The majority of my body is covered in a gray, besides just above my eyes, and the bottom half of my muzzle and face all the way down to the inside of my arms and legs. All of said area is instead a white. My fox tail also has a grey and white color scheme. I still have canine teeth… Well they're more like fangs. It's how I extract the crimson in my grey form.
By what I've gathered, legend would call me a vampire. But I think I'm more than that. There is no name to describe what I am. But I do have a name for my second form.
My other form is what call my crimson form. In it, I revert back into my original liquid state. I can move around in my crimson form, as I've gathered more energy than before.
I don't know how I was created however. I have no recollection of when my consciousness came to be. It didn't happen in a single instance, like the shaping of fingers, or an explosion from a stick of dynamite. My consciousness slowly formed together like a pup or kit would in the womb. Such as how I was created. Such was how I came to be.
Even so it was much faster than that of a kit in the womb. My state of being is difficult to describe, as I have no internal organs, no real skeletal system, no one solid mass that makes up my brain. I can take on the form of such things, but my coat is what really holds it all together. So it's not necessary. Not for me anyway.
I'm still looked upon as a monster. I feel, sad, depressed. I've cried. I've cried red. I have no water to turn into tears, I only have the crimson liquid. So when I cry I bleed. And when I bleed I cry. I hate being looked at in fear, but it's not like I have a choice. It's not like I could just walk right up to say a hospital and ask for a pint of crimson.
Crimson? I am now awhere that the true name for the liquid is actually blood. But I don't like that name. It makes me queasy. I prefer crimson. I feel it's more passive.
I've been going about my existence just trying to stay alive, and trying to stay warm. Recently I found a place called the Nocturnal District. I've heard about a strange species of bats that lives just outside the district. One that may just serve my interests.