The disease came and went. Used him and vanished. The disease almost killed him. It took the form of a female. It was born a young girl. When her mother birthed her she was human, perfectly normal. Perfectly beautiful. She grew up to the age of fourteen in a small farm house in Missouri, by a small river where she played and bathed almost every day. She had many good friends and a very nice boyfriend. Life could not get better for her. Then, three months before her fifteenth birthday, they came. They were the black ones. They were evil, sadistic, and full of subterfuge. They dragged her into the water, her screams muffled by their cloths. Once under water, they transformed her.
But that was six decades ago. Now she is the age of twenty. Her kind grows one year for ten human years. She has become one of them; an evil, sadistic mind filled with subterfuge. She has had many victims over the past sixty years, men and woman of all shapes sizes and nationalities. She has consumed the blood of fat and thin, short and tall, Mexicans, Americans, British, French, Russian, German, Irish, Brazilian, Ethiopian, and even Australian. All were entertaining and quite filling. But now she was in the mood for something else. She wanted to try out a new taste of blood. A different blood type too. All of her victims had been A+, A-, B+, B-, and O+. None have Been O-. In other words, they were all able to continue their sad, boring lives.
But today she had a deathly hunger for the taste of O- blood. She knew that no other type would do. She had to have O-. She could not find it though. No one in this dastardly city had O-? That just wouldn't do. She had been walking around with a friends O- detector. He had made it himself and said she could borrow it. It hadn't gotten a reading all morning.
As she walked through Central Park, the little gadget in her hand started to beep. As she got closer to a concrete wall the beeping became louder. She had found someone. Someone to fulfill her taste buds, A new victim. A sly smiled stretched across her face as she looked at the screen of the O- detector. It was a penguin. The other side of the wall was a zoo. A penguin had O- blood.
This penguin had a flattened head. She watched him on the screen. He looked like a calm guy. She would have fun with him. She read the bottom of the screen
Personal traits: Brave, leader, strong, effective and talented fighter, problem solver.
Personality traits: Paranoid, not quick to trust, protective, unsure.
Species: Spheniscidae.
Availability: 100%
Name: Skipper.
She smiled. Her next victim. Then she focused her energy, and transformed into a small, black and white, flightless bird and jumped into the zoo.