Girl Grew Fangs

Chapter 3: Saviour

Julien got up and left after the announcement, leaving Rene alone in the room for a long while.

He was away long enough, as if completely forgot about her, that the drip they had been pumping into her bloodstream finished up.

It was only after the entirety of the liquid was finished that she realised that her senses had indeed been dulled by the liquid. Including her brain activity, despite Rene's previous assurances to herself that she was thinking clearly.

The reason for her being treated like a vampire was because she was a vampire. These people had turned her into the things that she hated with so much passion!

As the memories came crashing down on her, she realised that the bliss she had been feeling after getting 'fed' was the thing they said about blood being an intoxicating and addicting substance to vampires. She had thought that these things were just a myth, but what do you know?

An onslaught of rage infused Rene's entire being, but she controlled herself, because even though it was rather silent, she could hear the movement through what appeared to be a wall, but was actually a two-way mirror. She heard a few of them waiting for her to run out of control, the guns that were drawn and waiting on the other end of the door into the room in case she tried to escape.

Just as suddenly her emotions rose, they fell down again.

Rene felt like she was in her rebellious teenage years all over again. Every emotion either in hyperdrive, or no feeling at all.

She slowly tried at her restraints again, and was surprised by how easily they were broken, as if they were made of cloth instead of what was clearly a metal. She flexed her hands, feeling them up, somehow surprised at the new texture of her skin. It was surprisingly smooth, but then, everything felt smoth to her, her feeling of sensation no more as delicate as it used to be, because of the hardening of her skin.

Rene took one finger of her hand and pressed it down on the arms of the chair she had been tied to, the metal modeling easily, without her even feeling like she was touching something. Then suddenly, the pressure was too much, and the bar gave way to reveal that the seat had been filled with cement.

No wonder it took them three to four men to push the thing around, even with the wheels.

Rene got up and stretched, releasing the kinks that had formed in her body, each liberated muscle sounding like a dent getting removed from a sheet of metal. Loud as a bang, or so it sounded like to Rene.

Each movement from her kept increasing the heartbeat of the people on the other side of the wall, well they should be very glad that she was not hungry enough to only think of them as food bags, right now. They really would not have liked that one thing.

The fear soon got boring, though. She turned to the paintings on the walls of the office. She went close to the artfully arranged pieces, noting down how the brush strokes were placed and the way colours in some areas were not mixed all that well.

She was going through the things in the room one by one, getting so very uninterested in everything which she would have spent days dwelling on and admiring for what appeared to be hours, before the people on the other side of the glass were reassured that they had not created some beast that would pounce on them the second they let it out.

The guards she had heard outside were the ones who opened the doors, their guns drawn, flaking the people whom she assumed were the ones who were observing her.

Rene looked at them before giving them her most dopey smile, thinking, when in doubt, appear dumber than a koala.

Unfortunately, she made the mistake of doing the dopey smile instead of the dopey grin, making her fangs go out in full display. Everyone, including the ever more brave guards took a step back, fingers itching on the triggers.

Rene quickly pulled her lips close, and continued to grin.

Before she could make an impression and let them know that she was completely harmless, there was a loud bang outside, they sort of made the sound like the sound of bombs breaking a thick wall.

Everyone's attention was diverted to that area, though, the eyes of the guards remained on her and their guns remained pointed at her.

The initial bang was just one in a series of many, and the sounds of the bang and then squiremishes after that kept continuing to get closer and closer.

The observers, whom she assumed to be researchers, had left the scene as soon as the first bang happened. The guards looked like they were debating whether to go and save their own lives before or after they killed Rene.

One of them broke ranks and ran first, and it did not take the other long after that to follow the suit.

Rene decided that if the people who were making a run, what was stopping her from following their example. She got out of the area, but instead of going about to save her life, she felt the need to save the people who were in the facility.

Your hero complex is going to get you killed today, she thought, looking from one point of blast site to the next, bringing out whoever looked like they were alive.

The blood in the air had too good a smell, and had Rene not been so full, she may have been tempted more than once to just take a few sips.

She made sure to check both inside and out for people to remove from under the debris, using her blood lust to find injuries and then follow it till someone came up.

She was outside when she saw a guy who was crouching down on someone.

Rene thought that guy was helping to get victims out too, but then his scent hit her.

He was a vampire too.