'What is this?'
She opened her eyes into the same darkness again.
Everything felt cold; the world was cold.
'I am the same.'
She wanted to believe that; she wanted to keep that belief.
'I am hungry.'
However, both her emotions and her feelings betrayed her at the same time. The moment she felt the intense hunger and thirst for the first time, she inwardly knew things would never be the same ever again.
The darkness enveloped her senses, and Maya found herself in a world of cold shadows. An unsettling calm settled over her, and for a brief moment, she clung to the belief that she remained unchanged.
Yet, that illusion crumbled swiftly.
A gnawing hunger clawed at her insides, a sensation alien to her human self. It echoed through her newfound existence, an insatiable thirst that betrayed the semblance of normalcy she desperately clung to.
As that bastard's blood coursed through her veins, a metamorphosis unfolded.
