Bridget didn't remember the police officer arriving at her house to assess the scene and she most definitely didn't remember what had happened after. She sat, still nude, in the hallway of her home where she thought she had remained the entire time until a shrill sound from outside forced her to focus her eyes. When she did she screamed at the site in front of her and tried to push herself away from it until she fell back hard against the wooden floor, hitting her head and causing her vision to begin to see spots. This wasn't real. There was no way this was happening to her. Her husband was dead and there was a body on her floor. Somewhere deep inside of her she felt it... no she knew, that it was her fault.<br/><br/>She was terrified to look at the black mass near her on the floor, amber eyes looking up at the ceiling. Maybe if she just ignored it all then it would go away, maybe she would wake up and prove that this was all just a really really bad dream. Her silent moment of wishing was cut short when she heard the front door down stairs creaking open, followed by the echoes of heavy footsteps.<br/><br/>"Elliot! Officer Elliot?!" The voice was hushed but Bridget could tell that it was moving within her home. She could only guess it was someone coming to check on the officer once he hadn't responded to their calls. What would they do when they came up the stairs to find his body, no.. it wasn't a body. The woman pushed herself up off the floor and was crouched on her toes and was using the tips of her fingers to balance herself almost like a nimble cat as she looked the body over. It appeared more like a skeleton, the once vibrant and youthful skin was black and stretched as if his entire being had been just sucked out of his body. It was human. There were no doubts about it for it still wore the uniform of a police officer.<br/><br/>It felt like Bridget's heart was slowing in her chest. When she had been forced to come to from her day dream she had been terrified but with every deep breath she took she could feel the terror leaving her body. As she stayed crouched on the floor she started to grin as she looked at the lifeless body in front of her. She had done that. She didn't know what she was but she knew that she was powerful. She could feel the power coursing through her veins more and more as the sounds of the footsteps came closer and closer to the base of the stairs.<br/><br/>"Zeph, man. Are you here?" It was a man's voice, the upturn in his words told Bridget that he was afraid and uncertain of what to do. Nothing bad every really happened in Perrytown so he didn't know what to expect as he searched the home for his comrade, or for any sign of life really. Bright and shimmering spots of silver started to seep through the rich shades of brown in her irises. The boots were making their way up the steps now and the closer the got the more limp she allowed her body to become until her shoulders were slumped forward and her face was hidden within her hands. Her chest heaved with the sobs she was forcing out and tears even began to stream down her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Oh my God! Bridget!" A quick peak through her fingers revealed a familiar and friendly face, Neil Flowers was someone that she had grown up with. He had played football all through school and instead of taking a scholar ship to some prestigious college he became a police officer instead. The honorable man had taken off his coat and was draping it over the naked woman's shoulders as she continued the charade she had started. Her body even appearing to tremble as Officer Flowers looked at the corpse on the floor. "Bridget... what happened here? Are you hurt? Is someone in the house?"<br/><br/>His arm was wrapped around her shoulders as he scanned the hallway of the upstairs trying to see if anything was amiss but there was nothing. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood, no traces of any kind of weapons. "It was a man." Her voice was hushed from the way her hands were cupped over her face. "He tried to rape me... he killed Officer Elliot and... and." A heavy wail came from her as she tried to tell him how her fiance was laying dead in their bedroom at the end of the hall. Although the sobbing ended abruptly when the woman heard the familiar crackle of the radio that the officer's carried. He was calling for help.<br/><br/><b>"NO." </b>The voice that came from the once crying woman was deep, heavy, and very much surreal. So much so that the officer froze with his arm around her as Bridget revealed her face to him. The tears that had fallen from her eyes glistened in the morning light on her cheeks and Neil gasped when his gaze fell upon hers. That shimmery and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F600x315%2Fee%2F1c%2Fbf%2Fee1cbfc5d17366c4df83fd3ce0ff29a2.jpg&amp;hash=7ebffb72d0749d9830d2fd48d613b394" href="https://i.pinimg.com/600x315/ee/1c/bf/ee1cbfc5d17366c4df83fd3ce0ff29a2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">unnatural shade of silver</a>had dominated the brown completely until that was all that was left and they appeared to glow with an unearthy power.<br/><br/>"What... what are you?" Like a creature of prey, stuck in the gaze of a powerful predator, Neil was unable to move as Bridget grasped the sides of his face with her hands. Her lips crashing against his and forcing the man to almost choke as she did so. His creamy tan skin started to shrink inward as if his being was being suctioned from his body. Her lips pulled away from his and as she did so it revealed a soft blue stream leaving Neil's mouth and entering hers. Soon the man was an empty husk very much like Officer Elliot was, his body falling to the floor with a heavy thud as Bridget grinned and licked her lips.<br/><br/>A shudder ran up her spine that caused her entire body to shake and a lustful moan came from her as she could feel the life forces of the men pulsating through her veins.<i>Power. She held so much power.</i>Bridget forced herself to stand from the floor and she gently stepped over the bodies as she walked towards her bedroom. She didn't know what she was going to do now but she knew that she needed more. Her body craved more. Pushing open the sliding door of her closet she grabbed a random garment from a hanger and put it on before looking at herself in the mirror. It was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Ffc%2F9d%2F09%2Ffc9d0917437ed64dabeea29c99628fdd.jpg&amp;hash=ad53d4af62b909fe3882329157ffafaa" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/9d/09/fc9d0917437ed64dabeea29c99628fdd.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">white dress</a>with frilly fabric on her arms, grabbing a belt and cinching it around her waist made it look complete.<br/><br/>Bridget didn't hesitate as she left the bedroom, not even glancing at the body of her fiance nor the bodies of the officers left in her hallway as she stepped over them and walked down the stairs. Oddly enough she didn't feel hungry, not like she normally would, so she didn't stop as she walked through the front door of her home that had been left open from the officers coming inside until she was standing on the sidewalk with her feet bare and her hair a tangled mess. 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<br/>​</div>She didn't know what to do. For once in her life, Lillian didn't know how to approach the predicament that she had found herself in. She was still perched on the cliff overlooking Perrytown, her soft and furry rump was on the ground as all nine of her tails were laid out behind her. It wasn't like she could talk. She couldn't run up to anybody and ask for help nor could she just go prancing around town without drawing attention to herself. It wasn't uncommon to see foxes and other wildlife from time to time in town but a fox with<i>nine </i>tails. That was something new entirely. Sadness was overcoming her as she watched the sun rise higher and higher in the sky, illuminating her home town beneath her.<br/><br/><i>I'm absolutely fucked. Fucked. Fucked. </i>Lillian thought to herself as she absentmindedly swished her tails back and forth, dry leaves and small twigs getting caught here and there in her fur. Ears twitched and perked up when she could hear rustling in the trees, eyes darting to her side to see the appearance of a rabbit who froze in fear once it saw her. Her stomach rumbled as she looked at the small cute animal. She could feel the way that her mouth started to salivate and it caused a pain in her chest to think that she could hurt such a precious little thing. Lillian wanted to scream but she couldn't, instead she opened her mouth and yipped at the rabbit causing it to scurry away from her in a panic.<br/><br/>Her instincts were telling her to chase it, to hunt it down and eat it. Survival of the fittest. But she couldn't will herself to move from that spot for such a thing. She needed to stay focused. She needed to find a way to change herself back.<br/><br/>The woman had been so distracted by the rabbit that she hadn't heard someone approaching her from behind, she only felt the rough push of hands on her furred back that forced her over the edge of the cliff. She had wanted to scream before but she was doing her best to now as her body tumbled over the edge. Hitting almost every rock and fallen log that it could as she cried out in pain each time. Yet each time she cried out her voice changed more and more from something animal to something rather human until she lay at the bottom of the cliff at the very edge of town covered in cuts and scrapes as well as mud.<br/><br/>She was afraid to move. She felt rather banged up but thankfully there was no immense pain like one would expect there to be if something had been broken from the fall. Instead she laid there panting on the ground until she realized that her body once again felt different... a little more normal. A hand raised to her face and she turned it here and there in disbelief. There was no fur, only a human hand. Ignoring the ache and pains of her body she hurriedly pushed herself up to her feet and investigated herself. A real scream finally came from her but not one of terror, it was from excitement. She was human... well.<br/><br/>The nine tails that she had previously had all fused into one large and fluffy tail that swished behind her. Lillian felt like surely she was going to pass out when she saw it, her body swaying slightly but she was able to keep her balance. She also wanted to throw up and there was no stopping that as she dry heaved at first, bending over and placing her hands on her knees as she did so. After a few times she expelled vomit from her mouth, which just looked like a collection of mostly water and a.. mouse?<br/><br/>"Fuck me." She groaned as she looked at the tiny creature dead and covered in the contents of her stomach. The sight of it alone making her want to throw up again, and she did. This time it was purely fluids and it left her with a pounding headache and a rather empty stomach which growled in protest as she stood up and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Whatever had happened last night hadn't demolished the clothes she had been wearing which confused her greatly but she was thankful that she wasn't standing in the wide open as naked as a newborn babe.<br/><br/>"Focus, Lils. Focus." She whispered to herself as she took in a deep breath through her mouth and let it out in another string of low spoken curses. First she was going to go to her house and try to contact Craig to see what he could make of last night or if anything out of the ordinary had happened to him. Surely she couldn't be the only one that had, well, she didn't even know what the hell to call what she went through.<br/><br/>Her mind was running a thousand miles per hour as she tried to make a list in her mind of what to do next, who to call, what to report, when all of a sudden she stopped dead in her tracks on the sidewalk. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up and it sounded like there were alarms going off in her head to tell her that she was in danger. The woman's green eyes scanned her surroundings until they stopped on a woman wearing a white dress and no shoes. She recognized the female's face but she couldn't remember her name, something that happened often to Lillian considering her career. The female appeared to be harmless but the more she looked at her the more uneasy she felt.<br/><br/>It didn't seem like the other woman had noticed Lillian at first but when she did her head turned slowly until she was looking at her. When Bridget's eyes caught the sun they seemed to reflect the light, causing a glare to flash across Lillian's face. A deep rumbling formed in her chest as she side stepped to cross the street to get away from Bridget. Was she<i>growling? </i>What in the absolute hell was happening here? The other woman took a step forward towards Lillian but the reporter didn't waste anytime as she began to sprint away. Her fight or flight instincts were so intense and it was almost like her mind was screaming at itself for her to run away so she listened. Her breathing was heavy and ragged and she didn't stop until she ran into something. Well it was more like something ran into her.<br/><br/>She didn't know how she didn't hear the roar of the car's engine, she had been so distracted by Bridget that she had missed it entirely. She had tried to dodge it as if she really had a chance to but the only option she really had was to tuck her body in as she rolled up the hood of the great metal beast. Her back colliding with the windshield causing it to splinter and crack from the impact before she was sliding over the top of the hood and landing roughly on the pavement. She could feel the blood filling her mouth and pooling underneath of her cheek on the sidewalk. Had she bit her tongue when she had been hit? Or was this a sign that she had internal bleeding and was about to die? Hell if she knew.<br/><br/>Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body tried to shut itself down, to go unconscious as to take away from the shock of what had just happened but she wouldn't allow it. Granted she didn't feel like she was really able to move either considering that she had taken a good amount of trauma from rolling down the cliff and the car had only compounded on that. So there she lay, her tail limp to her side as well as her arms as she watched the blood form a bigger pool underneath of her cheek.