The Changed Obsession

A new beginning

I opened my eyes. A stranger was staring back at me in the mirror, her piercing fiery blood red eyes examining my face. Her skin was marble, granite-like, chalky and unnaturally pale. Her lips were perfectly heart shaped as she smiled back at me. There was no movement in her chest, no pulse, not breathing. This person staring back at me was obviously dead, but deep inside me I knew I was still alive.

It was then the smell hit me, it burned the back of my throat, it felt like fire burning my insides. The delicious aroma of haemoglobin filled my nostrils as I gulped to take in more of the scent. An instinct inside of me made me want this more than anything. A large snarl roared out of my mouth, as my perfectly frightened lips pulled back to reveal two white fangs hanging out of what was once my beautiful face. The teeth as large as Jaws, but as sharp as razors, hung fiercely put of my horrific face. The veins bulged from my eyes downwards like tree roots sinking underground, my face had changed and I had become the horrible beast.