Chapter 7- Kane snaps.

Batista was the first to notice the look in Kane's eyes. "What are you doing man?" he asked. In a moment, Kane was up and his sights set on Stephanie. He licked his fangs as he inched closer to her. Batista tried to stop him but was swatted off like a fly! Orton was screaming at Kane to back off yet could do nothing in his current state.

Hunter turned around and had his wife behind him. He stared down Kane and found himself growling demonically! "What the hell do you think you're doing!" demanded Hunter.

Kane hissed back baring his growing fangs. "I need to have something fresh. I don't think werewolf blood is good enough…."

Hunter refused to back down, yet found that the angrier he got, the taller he grew! He was soon taller than Kane by an inch as his skin started to turn to scales. "Kane… I don't want to hurt you… please man… back off!"

But Kane wasn't in a listening mood. He tried to weave past Hunter and get to Stephanie. He was inches from her when someone took hold of his neck. Out of nowhere came Batista as he threw Kane across the ground as hard as he could. Kane bounced and rolled until he came to a stop, he laid on his back, as he seemed to regain himself. "Oh God… what am I doing!" he asked aloud. Pulling himself off the ground, Kane huddled himself into the farthest corner of the room. Stephanie was pale as she realized she could have just been killed. Hunter knew time was running out and there wasn't much more they could do, they needed help badly.

Edge returned moments later with an even redder Undertaker. Nothing was going well for them and it was worst as Hunter continued to grow upward. "Hunter…" whispered Edge.

"I don't know what the hell is happening to me" Triple H replied.

Taker stared down at his arm and realized the dragon in the castle had vanished from his skin. It was a long, serpent like that coiled through the castle walls. Hunter realized that what he was becoming. Just then Chris Jericho who heard the ruckus from all the way upstairs joined the gang. Edge filled him in on the events, which prompted Jericho to make an odd suggestion. "We're going to Winnipeg tonight, I know they got Wiccan shops there. We can see if someone can help us!" he announced.

"Chris, we're having rotten luck with that. All the shops we went to today were part timers just doing a job!" muttered Edge

"With all do respect Edge, those shops are owned by Wiccans and those who follow that belief. They probably just weren't working. But I strongly believe they can help us!"

Edge agreed with Chris, the group would leave early that day. Stephanie made arrangements to be transported in the personal WWE jet. Kane however protested. "I won't travel with you," he announced.

"Kane… you need help!"

"I know I need help damn it!" he snapped back. "But right now, it's safer if I find my own way there." He announced.

It was uncertain. No one wanted Kane to travel alone, not in his state of mind or condition anyway. But there was little choice, time wasn't on their side. The sooner they get help, the sooner the nightmare would be over.

By the afternoon, those who could travel packed their bags and headed for Winnipeg. Kane however waited for the night to fall before taking his leave. Taker took his bags so Kane wouldn't have to worry about traveling with them. He began to trek north but could sense he was being followed, slowly he turned and saw a few women trailing him, gawking and giggling with smiles on their face. "Kane! Kane! Can we get an autograph?" they called.

The temptation grew within him, Kane nearly turned around to face to women, but his conscious still spoke clearly in him 'You turn around, you won't control yourself' he recalled the little voice saying. But another voice spoke to him. 'You need to maintain your strength, if you are to survive…'

Kane was conflicted as he heard the heart beats of the fans echo in his ears. He could smell their blood from where he stood and the supple flesh, but he managed to control himself just long enough to run. He ran as fast as he could as far as he could. But it didn't help his hunger. When he came to a stop, Kane found himself standing before two rival gangs who were about to have a shoot out in a neighborhood. Their guns were drawn as each of them looked reach to kill the other, none care if their bullets would go stray and end up in the houses. The darker side of Kane's mind took over. "If they don't care about the life of another… then why should I care about theirs…."

He began to walk forward as the gun began to blaze. Yet the men took notice of him and watched Kane calmly walk between them. Amazingly they all stopped their fire. Kane's eyes locked onto the men as they were all apparently drawn to him. "One at a time…" Kane whispered sadistically. To his own amazement, the men dropped their guns. And just as he whispered, one by one, they walked into his arms…