Chapter 3: Furies.
Alistor sat down next to his prisoner and sighed softly as he did so. He wasn't sure what to do. On one hand, he had an obligation to kill her and her kind. But on the other hand she was different. She didn't smell like the other vampires he had come across. It wasn't that there an extra scent around her, it was more like there was a scent missing. The scent of human blood. Even if a vampire feed's once, the smell will never leave their body. No matter what they do. This must mean that this specific vampire has never fed on human. Strangeā¦
"Tell me vampire. Why do you not smell of human blood?" he asked the girl who was stilled tied down to his bed.
"Tell me Alistor. Why can you smell such things?" she asked raising an eyebrow towards him.
Alistor couldn't help himself from smiling as he realized what she was doing. She was trying to get him to admit to not being human.
"Well there is no use hiding it from a dead girl." He joked as he dropped his left hand onto his shoulder. He moaned softly as the hand and arm grew to nearly three times its original size. The skin and the flesh ripped apart slowly as the muscles began to expand. After a few moments the skin healed and patched together quickly, before thick white hairs grew out and covered his entire arm, covering it in fur. Finally his nails grew long and tips began forming at the end of each of them, making each of his fingers look like long sharp daggers.
"Happy." He asked as he turned his hand from side to side, admiring his own claw.
"I am very, lycan." The girl said in a very harsh, but cool tone of voice.
