violet present day
The hunger set in and it was enough to get her running.
violet sprinted through the clearing in the woods, the sun seething high above, she covered a hand over her eyes and hissed "damn sun!". She was hungry and thirsty all at once, her mouth parched and her skin itching, she was both dead and alive. She was new to this, and the ever-present itching that constantly screamed "more!" was enough to drive her crazy, she sighed, and ran back to the safety of the tree line. It was completely impossible to find anything decent to eat, she had sucked the life out of five rabbits on the way to her hunting grounds—the forest, but still her skin itched, still she wanted more.
She had come to the forest to try and hunt bigger game, but she was still too new to catch anything bigger than a fox. She had kicked herself the first time she had come here, her senses going so wild that she ended up running into a tree trying to catch a doe, now she hated trees, but they were her sanctuary, they provided necessary shade for her unnaturally pale skin and sensitive eyes.
Violet hated this, what she had become. The pale skin, sensitive eyes, preternatural hearing and speed but above all the relentless hunger. More than anything she wanted to be normal, if she could have changed what had happened, she would have done it in a heartbeat, but life doesn't work like that she realized, and she was stuck like this if she liked it or not.
She ran from the tree line, moving deeper into the forest. She wasn't seeing clearly, her vision was blurred, she stumbled, she was crying. She hadn't cried since the transformation nearly a year ago and the action brought back memories, she wished she could erase, like the first time she had to kill. the craving for blood had repulsed her so much she had vomited up bile, her throat had stung, her eyes streaming lakes of tears down her face a she reached, covered in the blood of the rabbit she had killed. She hated it, even now she wished there was an alternative.
she slumped to the ground, letting the darkness take her. she had grown Accustomed to it, letting it become a crutch. a friend. she let it sweep her into oblivion. she did not know how long she lay there, letting the sound of nature—of life, sweep over her.
She sat up, Still as death. the forest had grown quiet, as if not even the birds high up in the trees dared to make a sound, even the flowing streams had stopped. She stood, pivoting around to look at her surroundings, nothing—no sounds apart from her own breathing.
She realised this part of the woods was darker than the part she had run from, there was a sense of power that chocked the air. She pivoted around, white plumes of mist swirled around her, chocking her as the mist travelled up her nostrils, making her cough. She felt tired, so tired as she looked up towards the canopy and the darkening sky above. Her eyes were heavy and with each blink it became harder to keep them open, her muscles trembled, trying to hold the weight of her body. She sighed, feeling relaxed for the first time in her raging body, and she could swear that when she smiled up at the sky the stars smiled back. She was asleep before she hit the ground.
She awoke.
She groaned as she tried to rise, but chains pulled her down, her eyes widened as she pulled again—she hissed, the steel biting into her wrists. She looked around, but even with her preternatural eyesight she could not see past the dark shapes of the trees surrounding her. She didn't remember past the memory of being pulled into oblivion. She didn't want to know who had done this, who had somehow drugged her and chained her up. What they wanted she also didn't know, she didn't know anyone apart from her family who had shunned her for something that was out of her control, and friends were far and few since she had been home schooled.
She growled, pulling the chains once more, it was futile.
She sighed, giving up, letting the damp leaves soak into her back.