SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
Pain spread through her body. Every cell was screaming and bursting into flames. The heat, spread through her veins and consumed her in an instant but the torture only grew.
She couldn't formulate a single clear thought as her body continued to scream, thrashing in agony but being held solidly in place by a great force that soldered her to the ground. Darkness plagued her and images of Myrnin flashed through her mind, followed by another bolt of searing heat; a whip that lashed at her bare skin, drawing blood.
Wha-what-what's-happening-t-to-mee she whimped in her mind between the sobs.
Myrnin's gentle voice brushed against her consciousness.
"I'm sorry, Claire. So very, very sorry."
Myrnin? She called, voice broken, weighed down with fear.
Her extremities got colder and her surroundings, darker. A pressure built in her head, a burning, a need, a thirst.
Her eyes snapped open. Light flooded her mind and slapped her across the cheek. She shoved herself back instinctively, landing 3 or 4 meters back, hunched over like an animal. She could feel the burning rising in the back of her throat, the only thoughts she could conjure were that she must quench it, before the pain consumed her once more. Eyes glowing deep crimson a snarl spread across her lips were once there was a smile, fangs sinking slowly down.
'Claire' The strength in Amelie's voice was clear and her control tangible as it swept through the air. Nothing, it meant nothing. The usual crippling affect it had on a person simply brushed off Claire. A hint of panic washed over Amelie.
A whisper ensued from the corner of the room, 'Claire'. The pain in Myrnin's voice caused her head to snap towards him, immediately still. 'Claire... stop.' he murmured, voice thick with remorse at the sight of Claire, his Claire, a monster. 'I'm so very sorry my dear, but I believe that this will help,' he said, tossing a small bag of O negative at her feet.
He couldn't bear to look as his sweet, kind, lab assistant tore into the bag, devouring it's contents.
'Alright, Claire, it's going to be alright.' he uttered as he saw her eyes darken back into there usually deep brown, and her fangs retract back into it's familiar soothing smile.