The rumble of the military truck awoke Arden. She was dazed, and confused. The drugs they sedated her with were wearing off. And she looked through blurry vision at masked men. The truck came to a stop. She was dragged out and into the facility. She was thrown in a kennel like cage. When she finally came around. She could smell the dankness of the facility. She heard the screams of people. She moans of agony. She looked around. It was horrific. Truly horrific. Blood painted a tale of misfortunes on the wall and the screams wrote a symphony depression, anger, and hopelessness.<br/><br/>Her cage rattled open, she was thrown out into the isle where she was beaten unconscious. When she regained consciousness she was strapped to a table. IV's Violating her veins and lab techs watched behind  a glass. The head tech pushed the button her IV bags emptied into her body and she felt the fire of hell rush into her veins. she screamed out in agony. As the bags drained and her body imploded with pain. She begged them to just kill her.<br/><br/>Once the bags emptied the technicians entered the room. They removed the IVs. They injected her with potassium chloride. Her heart rate slowed. And in matter of moments she was pronounced dead by lethal injection. Her transformation had begun.<br/><br/>She flashed back to a child form of herself manipulating every day items as her grandmother taught her magic.<br/><br/>She gasped to life. She could hear every tiny noise. She could smell every smell. The blood that littered the wall threw her instincts around like a rag doll. Her mouth watered in a cry for help. The room that was once dimly lit was now a bright aurora of dancing colors. So many things were happening all once and her mind was trying to process everything. A sink with steady drip drove her mad. She clutched her head and screamed out. She was thirsty. The room began to shake. The chains that held her turned to ash and in an instant she fed and the transformation was complete. What had they done to her. She once a young girl. Keeping her family secret alive. Once a simple witch now a monster. A heretic as they called her. Part witch. Part Vampire.<br/><br/>A week went by and her kill count was much to great. the confined her to a room. A room with a tiny window. And no light. she sat in there day in and day out waiting for the door to open. She Heard talk of training to being. Once the new recruits were completed. When would this depression end.