Her bare feet burned as she sped across the gravel driveway of the old house. She looked over her shoulder at the screaming man behind her. As her feet numbed she was able to run faster without feeling the sharp rocks pricking her feet. The gravel gradually turned into mud, sticks, and leaves as she fled into the woods. She slipped in the slick mud, cutting herself on the sticks and twigs. With much struggle she managed to stand up in the mud without falling again. The man's screams got louder, he was following her. She stumbled across the ground, leaping over logs and ducking under thick, low hanging tree branches. The girl made the mistake of looking over her shoulder at the man, only to strike her head on a branch that she hadn't seen for it was in front of her.
"You murderer! Get back here!” The man screamed.
Temporarily stunned, she stumbled back. Her hand flew up to her head and pulled it back bloody. There was a gash on her forehead from where the branch had struck her. Suddenly a rough hand grabbed her arm and she lost her balance. Crashing to the ground, she was dragged through the mud.
“Let me go!” The girl screamed.
The sticks on the ground scraped her sides, tearing her shirt. She tried to tear herself free from the harsh grip of the man, but she couldn’t break free. Soon the mud once again became gravel and the girl shrieked when it ground into her face and back. Finally she managed to rip her arm free and she skidded to a stop. The man, who didn’t expect her to get free, stumbled forward. The girl tried to get up off the driveway, but she was too slow, and the man kicked her in the head. The world went black.
* * * * * *
When she came to, the girl realized she was tied up and gagged. She tried to pull free, but the rope just dug into her wrist. She was sitting in a completely empty room. There was one window, the hot sun shining on her back. She felt disoriented and she had an extreme headache. Then all the memories came flooding back.
“Let me out!” She tried to yell through the gag.
That’s when the heavy door swung open.
“Marisa.”
The girl looked up, recognizing her own name, but not the voice who had spoken it. Her vision was blurry, but she could roughly make out a tall man standing in the open door. The figure came up to her and she pulled back.
“Marisa you’ve been a bad girl,” The man said. “Look at yourself; at what you’ve become!”
He shoved a mirror in front of her face. There were dark purple circles under her eyes; sweat caused her hair to stick to her forehead and she saw the scar running down the left side of her jaw. She whipped her head away from him, irritation written all over her face. He reached out and ripped the gag off her mouth. Immediately she looked down, hiding her now more exposed face.
“Don’t hide from me girl!” The man griped her chin hard and lifted her face. “Show me them.”
Marisa tried to rip her face free from the man’s grip but his fingers only dug deeper in response.
Mustering up the courage she managed to spit, “Are you sure you want your hand that close to them?”
He pulled his hand away from her, only to bring it back forcefully across her face. The power behind the blow caused her head to swing to the side and her lip started to bleed. This pushed her over the edge. A growl tore out of her throat and she opened her mouth. Her canine teeth sharpened and extended, her pupils dilated, and a ripple went through her body.
“Ah there they are! Those are some insane teeth you got there!” The man chuckled.
“You’re sick!” Marisa snarled; her teeth still exposed.
“I’m sick? You killed someone Marisa,”
She screamed and shredded the ropes that had been holding her down. Lunging at the man, she knocked him to the ground. Her vision, now sharpened, saw how stunned he was. She jumped on him and leaned down.
“I might of killed someone, but honestly I didn’t mean to. I was starving!” She snapped, “In this case, I fully intend for you to die!”
She lifted him off the ground and stared him in the face. In a split second she had her teeth sunken into his neck. His body was shaking violently up to the point where Marisa dropped him on the ground, dead. She picked up the mirror that he had used to show her her own face only moments ago. Looking into it, she saw her now transformed face. Her bloodied lip was already healing, her eyes looked vicious, and her fangs had gotten ridiculously sharp. She dropped the mirror on the ground and it shattered into eight big shards.
Then Marisa stalked out of the room, wiping the blood off of her chin, and smiling sinisterly. It was time to run . . . again.
