She began her struggle. In only moments she realized she wasn’t acting, the pain was piercing, and she was about to mutate. She felt her inhibitions draining away as the rays intensified. The power was so strong it felt like electricity stabbing at her through the empty air. A ravenous hunger built inside her, pulling her toward a spicy fragrance she knew to be human blood. She turned toward the audience and danced along the edge of the stage. She leaned out dangerously, her arms grabbing at the men who dared to step up to the footlights.
Her moves were new and blatantly sexy, but she couldn’t stop. She saw the excitement in their faces, heard the roar that sounded throughout the club as she came down off the stage and stalked through the crowd, looking for one, only one. Thinking she was playing with them, the men laughed as she grabbed at them in a threatening way, one and then another. Raucous laughter and wolf whistles broke out.