A/N: Wow.. Chapter 15, never thought the story would be so long when I started. All I had in my mind was chapter 1 and now... wow.. I have to warn you, I wrote this while being slightly intoxicated... OK.. drunk xD Again I want to thank you all for reading, reviewing, following and favoriting this. It shows me that I've done something right at least. Keep it coming :)

Chapter 15

She woke up to the faint beeping of a heart monitor. Her head hurt like she drank Tricks whole liquor cabinet yesterday. Her whole body was aching and throbing. Every breath she took hurt like hell. Eyelids were like glued together when she tried to open them. Very slowly she managed to pull them appart only to be blinded by the bright light of the midday sun. When she instinctively pulled her arm infront of her eyes it felt like dead weight. The IV line in the back of her hand compromised her movement only further.

She didn't recognize the room she was lying in. Hospital? Small, white and impersonal, but it seemed to be way to quiet to be a hospital.

White hot pain shot through her body when she tried to sit up. Damn rips. Her mind was foggy at best. She felt drugged. Heavy painkillers, but her body still felt like a battlefield. Her chest was bandaged and hurt like hell.

A pained gasp escaped her lips. Her blood was boiling, bubbling. She felt warm, but not feverish. She could swear she felt her body healing. Her metabolism was in overdrive like never before and it didn't take long for the pain to slowly subside instead she there was a strange craving an urge she couldn't really pinpoint. She felt hungry, but not for food.

„Dr. Beattie?" A woman in a labcoat stood in the door only to directly leave again. The blonde looked dumbfounded at the closed door. She tried to remember what had happened, where she was and why. It was difficult to think it all seemed to be in a haze. Damn painkillers. Frustrated she let her head fall back into the soft pillow.

Dyson... He had attacked her... She carefully pulled at her bandage starting to wrap it off. A deep, healing gash was visible. She blinked. She could swear that the red streak had become brighter. It looked like it was healing many times faster than it should. Why wasn't she dead? Her lungs, liver, intestines... actually almost every organ suffered from the one lash of the wolf shifter. She always knew that he was strong, but slicing without resistence through flesh and bones when he not even meant to? Or did he... No he would never willingly kill her...She had underestimated him, more surprisingly was that she was still alive. Death already had her in his grasps, welcomed her in a world without pain.

The door opened and interrupted her thoughts. „Karen... My god you are already awake... astonishing." Taft looked at her surprised. She had to gulp down the bile that was forming in her throat looking at that asshole.

„How long" she asked stern.

„Just..." he looked at his watch. „You were out only for half a day... wow" he beamed. His smile send chills down her spine.

„That's rediculous. You must be wrong... I must be dead. DEAD" Her blood was boiling, screaming at her to take what she needed. She pushed down the urge she felt right now. A quick glance at her wound confirmed what she suspected. The gash was completely gone only a faint scar remained. No pain, at least when she wasn't moving. A bad feeling was creeping through her body.

„Karen..." his voice was soft when he grabbed for her hand. Disgusted the blonde pushed his hand away.

„Don't you dare touching me..." she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes glowing in venom green. Taft immediately made a step back visibly scared.

„What have you done? What is going on, what is happening to my body?!" she yelled.

„You are... better. You evolved and took the next step of evolution" he smiled...

„No...please tell me... tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means..." her voice was shaking afraid of the answer.

„You wouldn't have survived. You were barely breathing when we found you. Thanks to your work we were able to..."

The air started vibrating, the blondes eyes glowing in a darker tone now. Her blood felt like it was melting through her veins. „Just... .I? Am I Fae?"

„No..."

„Am I human?"

Taft shook his head.

„So I'm a FUCKING monster? A half-breed, a fuck up like Miranda?" The shaking got stronger.

„No...no no no... Miranda was a mistake. We didn't know what we were doing then... But with your breakthrough we were able to combine..." He wasn't really allowed to continue.

„So I'm Frankensteins Monster now? neither Fae nor human? You've gone to far Isaac...Leave me alone..." her voice was low, shaking with pure hatred.

„Karen please, it must be overwhelming for you now, but think about the possibilities. We can create a new race..." he was begging.

„Leave..." the blonde growled dangerously.

„Karen..." Before he could continue she threw the IV stand directly at his head. He managed to dodge just in time.

„GO!" she screamed and Taft was leaving quickly the room visibly scared.

She wanted to cry, but no tears were coming, like she already used all of them before. She was dry. They took her humanity, the thing that was most important to her and now she was an abomination... A freak. She screamed and thrashed around. So she was part Fae now? What kind of Fae? What was that hunger she felt deep inside her? Did she have to feed? On what? Why couldn't they have left her to die? She felt so empty inside. Everything she had cherished was gone, broken, taken from her.

Her thoughts wandered to Dyson. She wondered if he had made it. She hoped so or all this would have been in vain. It was time for her to take things in her own hand. Revenge pulsed through her veins and it scared her. She wouldn't give in, but she would take them down, but she needed help first...

Not caring about putting a band aid on she pulled the IV line out. Like she suspected the wound healed instantly. She took a heavy breath sitting on the bed, legs dangling down the sides. Her heart was pumping adrenalin through her body. Get away and then make them pay was her mind telling her.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She felt like she needed to throw up. She wasn't herself right now and she doubted that she'd ever be herself again.

Her muscles were still aching a little and felt sore when she stepped out of the bed. The tiles were cold on her bare feet. Stepping over the IV stand she had thrown earlier at Taft she opened the door, taking a peek and entered the room when she found it without any human personal.

The anteroom was empty except of some ingredients and bottles of different chemicals and medicines. She rummaged through different drawers and quickly found what she was looking for.

Filling the syringes with sedatives she felt in her element again. Those wouldn't kill anyone only knocked them out for a few hours. The hospital gown she wore hadn't any pockets so she made a makeshift satchel out of a few bandages that were stocked there.

She felt naked in her gown, but there weren't any clothes so she had to deal with what she got.

The doctors ear was pressed against the door, listening for any potential threats out there, but she couldn't hear a thing. It worried her that it was so silent. She took the hand mirror she found and wrapped it in the bed sheets. It cracked into smaller pieces when she bashed it against the wall. Picking up one of the pieces she managed to fasten it on an oral spatula in an angle (she was still surprised that she managed that).

Opening the door slightly she used the makeshift mirror to check her surroundings. There were no guards. Her gut was screaming (It's a trap, damn you general Ackbar) but she had to try. So she stepped out in the hall. She was in the upper levels of the manor. She had been here once for a few minutes when she had arrived. Taft resided up here... Perfect. She laughed at the pathetic security up here. Down in block E a mouse couldn't take a breath before she got discovered but up here? No guards. Either he was really sure about his safety or really stupid. She wondered why they brought her here without supervision. Did he trust her so much? Or did he take a sick pleasure in knowing that she was lying in the room right next to him? Her body was slightly trembling and she felt the neusea coming up at that thought. Her mind seemed to black out.

A syringe in hand she sneaked up to the room she knew was Tafts private office. She knew she shouldn't still be here, she should get out as quickly as possible but a little voice in her head whispered: Revenge... over and over again. She wondered what kind of Fae would trigger such a high wanton of revenge. The fear that this feeling was all hers was frightening her.

Against all logical reasons she pressed her ear against the door. She heard Isaac vehemently talking with someone on the phone.

„Yes. Do it. She woke up. Powerful... Yes I know... No... Just do it. A few months and everything will be like I planned... Don't disappoint me. Bye" He didn't notice the blonde doctor sneaking up on him.

„One wrong move and I'll snap your neck" the blonde hissed tightly holding Taft in a death grip. It was like somebody pulled a switch. Her thoughts weren't clear just driven with vengeance.

„I doubt that you'd kill me just like that..."

„Try me" she growled forcing Tafts head in an uncomfortable angle.

„Karen... I understand you must be... overwhelmed. Please... I need you to come down." He was reaching for something. She was sure it was his phone or anything that would alarm the guards or... or Ivys hitman.

„I swear to god Isaac... One wrong move... I don't care anymore. You took everything away from me...My humanity, my pride, my work, my dignity... "

„Really? I'm the bad guy? And you? You are still defending those monsters who used you and betrayed you for years? I gave you a perspective a chance for a better life. You may not see it now, but you should be thankful.."

„Thankful?! For what? For me turning into a monster that belongs nowhere? For my unknown abilities I never asked for? For taking my humanity? Miranda is a victim of her own abilities, her hunger. You turned an innocent, wonderful girl into a raping bitch only living for her desires. And me? I'm just a hollow shell. All I feel is anger. Anger and emptiness." Her nostrils were flaring with rage. She wanted more, she needed to know more. She had to see if her gnawing suspicion was right „Tell me... were you behind HFF?"

„I...yes..."

„So you pulled me into this whole mess?"

„You have so much potential... I need you... Together we can make humanity superior. We can help, save them..." He was sweating heavily. She could feel his pulse beating against her hand. He was... scared and it thrilled her, satisfying one of the deep urges inside her.

„You are pathetic. You are talking about humanity and are doing everything to take exactly that part away... You have not the slightest idea how much I hate you. Hate you for torturing those pure Fae, for changing my whole life and for taking everything that made me the person I was. The worst thing is I pity you for your deluded point of view... A part of me just wants to kill you, torture you, do to you what you did to me.. but.. but I can't."

Taft smirked.

„But that doesn't mean that I won't do what is necessary"

Isaac gulped.

„Tell me... what were you taling about earlier. On the phone Isaac... Hmm?" She pushed his head a little further and inflicted a pained moan.

„Aaargh... The... the water supplies of... hmpf... of the county... Not affecting the humans, but... but the Fae... they will become like us... At least a few..."

„A...A few? and the rest? They'll stay the same?"

„No... they'll die."

The blonds eyes widened. Some Fae loosing their powers? She could've cared less about her enslavers, but genocide? No... Bo... Hale...Trick... Dyson no she couldn't let them die. Her patients, friends, acquaintances. The Fae maybe have treated her badly, but not all of them. And no matter how bad they have treated her... Nobody deserved to die.

„Where?!" she growled.

„It's already to late. There is nothing you can do right now. You should actually be proud. Without your work we would have never been able to do this. Please Karen... Rethink your choice."

„I'm not Karen... My name is LAUREN" she growled and rammed the syringe in his neck. His look was surprised when he slumped lifeless on the ground.

She kicked him in the balls with satisfaction. „Asshole"

A/N2: It might look a little (a lot) OOC and badass but it won't stay like this...