Rosy felt the transformation as soon as she hit the water. Her blue eyes turned red, and she felt the familiar, overwhelming bloodlust that was a constant companion in her life. She was enraged before she even emerged from the water. She knew where she was immediately, Foggard torture cells. She had emerged from a recently used one, judging by the foggard essence floating around the cell. "Useless creatures." She muttered aloud. The noise got attention from a guard. He smelled Wulfic, but he knelt all the same as soon as he recognized her, which, even in commoner clothes, wringing out her wet hair in a room where vision was distorted by fog, was immediate for a soldier who worked so close to the palace.
"My lady!" He gasped, eyes to the floor in fear. Rosy wasn't in the mood.
"Open the cell." She ordered. The incompetent Wulf flinched at her mere voice.
"My apologies, Princess, but I do not carry the keys." He was lying, she could smell it. He was afraid of her. It made her angry, "I will go fetch my supervisor, he has the keys." He raced away, tripping over his own feet in his haste. After a few moments, he came back with seven more people, mostly vampires, and his supervisor, a large Wulfic man who showed enough bravery to look her in the eyes for a moment before opening the door, terrified into submission by what he had seen in her gaze. His insolence annoyed her.
"Where is my sword?" Just having to ask the question made her anger even worse. She remembered throwing the sword back into the portal as soon as she had arrived in the other world, overcome with weakness upon her emergence.
"Finding it in the lake was a shock, my lady. I believe it was placed inside your chambers for your retrieval." He paused, trembling in her presence. "My pady, I must ask, was your mission a success?"
Her mission. The one to kill the Allaris' guardsmen in order to get their attention. Her weaker half had planned on completely failing and disappearing, but now the memory simply enraged her more.
"The mission was a success. Now give me your sword."" She ordered.
"My sword!? B-but…" He started stammering. But a single glare had him giving his entire scabbard to her. She unsheathed the sword and tested its weight.
"Substandard, but it will do." She decided.
"I apologize for the substandard quality of my sword." He told her. She spared a glance at him before easily beheading both him and the cowardly one who had lied because he had been too scared to face her alone. The vampires that accompanied them were well trained. None even flinched at the gruesome sight.
I will be in my chambers. Do not disturb me, and do not forget to gather this blood before it dries. Add it to my bath while it is still fresh." She ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am." They answered in unison, already moving to gather the blood.