When The Snow Falls...

"Drink up my pet. There's a lot of work to be done." I smelt his blood boiling in his veins, I saw it moving through him, I felt his fear, I heard his mechanical heart. The animal in me had taken over and before I knew it I had drained this human of blood. The human side of me wanted to cry, but there wasn't tears it was acid dripping from my eyes. It burned my face, they were there, then gone. The marks were even gone. There was a mirror across the hall. I walked over and gasped looking at myself. "This isn't me." I reached my hand out and sure enough it was me. There I was looking back at myself, black tight leather pants, double belts, the blades wrapped around my right thigh, tight belly tank to show off my well defined abs I had worked so very hard for, long flowy beautiful brown hair, porcelain skin, light blue almost pale eyes, full lips now stained with blood, and thick heavy long black eyelashes. I have became the thing I hate most, the very thing I have spent my life hunting.