ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE hell is empty and all the devil's are here - william shakespear
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THE CHAINS SNAPPED, AND SOMETHING TOOK OVER.
Rosie fought against the creep's grip, her mind growing hazy as darkness clouded her thoughts.
Without thinking, she lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his throat. The taste of warm blood flooded her mouth, and she felt his body tense above her as he let out a choked gasp.
Her eyes widened, her control splintering as she dipped down, lapping up the blood like it was air to her lungs. It held no sweetness, no pleasure — but holy shit it ignited a raw, insatiable thirst that burned down her throat.
The world around her faded, a primal urge awakening within her, leaving only the pounding of her heart and the ringing in her ears.
She sucked, swilled, and swallowed.
For what felt like ages, though it was all but thirty seconds, she finally stopped.
Pulling back, bits of his flesh and skin clung to her teeth. Blood gushed from the wound, splattering across her face, warm and metallic. Instinctively, she spat it out, the metallic taste still lingering in her mouth.
Rosie shoved the creep off her body and pushed herself up, swaying unsteadily. Light-headed and confused, the ringing in her ears growing louder with each passing second.
Head empty, just blood drunk.
She blinked and saw five men staring at her with wide, shocked eyes, as if they had just witnessed something out of this world. The fear in her expression was long gone, replaced by an eerie blankness.
More.
Her skin was smeared with blood, glistening under the moonlight, while her lips hung slightly apart, a thin strand of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth.
And her eyes.
The color of her brown irises had altered to match the dark night sky — black. Even the sclera had turned an inky black.
Rosie tilted her head, scanning their faces before shifting her gaze to the struggling creep on the ground and back to the group — her attention drawn particularly to the battered guy they were holding back.
She wanted more.
She took a step forward, and the four men recoiled, releasing the battered guy. He immediately sprang to his feet, landing a swift blow on the two closest to him, sending them crashing to the ground.
Caught up in his fight with the third man, he didn't notice the last one pushing past him. The man gathered his courage, lunging toward Rosie with a devilish smirk spreading across his face as she stumbled back. He cracked his neck with a pop and licked his lips suggestively.
