The new found strength I had gain wasn't from them pissing me off. No, it was from somewhere deep within me that was starting to change. Something that had been waiting to be released, a power longing to be freed. Suddenly everything was clear my senses were heightened. I could hear voices outside the door and further away, I could see better then I have in my life, and I was thirsty. So very very thirsty for….for blood. All reason, all thoughts were gone, all I could think about was how to get out. To get out and get what I wanted, it was nothing more then just wanting blood. There was blood here but it didn't smell right, it was impure. I was thrown against the wall again, this time my body reacted on the spot. As I said before all reason was gone, I was now no better then a mere breast. Acting without thinking, only using my natural instincts to guide my every movement.

The others in the room, who I believe are guards stood around me. As if they had any chance. They attacked me at once, the first one I grabbed by the neck and threw at the others. Before they could recover I attacked them, bashing two them in the head. They were knocked out cold, the other two were just getting up. One tried to hit me with a pike, I blocked with my arms. Hearing I crack and seeing my own blood just excited me even more. I sprain around and kicked that one in the jaw, hearing another joyous crack. The last one pulled out a gun and shot me five times. Three of the bullets hit my arm, shoulder, and leg. He was too scared of me to even aim right. The bullets slowed me for a sec, before I was on him. This guy wasn't as lucky as the others, not only did I bash his head several time, I scraped his neck. Unfortunately not hard enough to hear that joyous crack. I was about to try again when I heard the boss trying to leave.

I picked up the gun that was on the floor and shot him several times. Blood was everywhere on the floor, walls, ceiling, but none of them were died. Not yet anyway, I wanted to play with them some more. The leader of the group who was now bleeding on the floor was my first victim. My throat was burning so much that I didn't care how impure his blood was. I bared my new fangs and bit his neck tearing at the flesh, wanting the sweet sweet blood. As I drank, I heard foot steps but ignored them. For I knew no one here was strong enough to stop me. The blood lust that had over come me, had changed me. I was willing to do anything even kill to get blood. Which is why I didn't here Kenji calling my name. "Mika, Mika you have to stop." Kenji voice was the last thing I heard, but I couldn't tell if he was really here or if it was just my imagination. I blacked out again…