"Karin, that bastard wants to turn the whole population into his filthy guinea pigs! We have to stop him somehow! On the roof there's ..."Erevos’s words trickled to her like a faucet that was dripping tiny water droplets. Each work was a droplet. Her eyes stared at the screen with red dots as if the dots were each a minuscule of somebody’s lost hope in the world. If that was the case, then there would a lot of people dead at the moment. What was she thinking? If they were already a ghoul then hope may be so close to being lost for humanity. However, there was something off. A small detail was missing. This detail had to explain what the red dots really were. There is no way that the organization missed this many newly made ghouls...just no way. Well, Unless the creator was some sort abomination of a vampire..<br/><br/>She waited for about 4 minutes before she heard the same trickling effect that came from Erevos. It was as if someone was trying to intercept their mind communication. A task almost taboo even for a vampire. Her hands during the wait were busy making sure any awakening ghouls were put to rest again. But this endless battle had to come to a stop. She couldn't exhaust herself anymore without the need to drain at least 30 people of their life blood just restore her energy. Just the thought put shivers down her spine.  "Karin, bring the whole place into ruins and return to the base... NOW!<br/><br/>Instantly a smirk formed from her mouth. Burn the place down. Now, that was the response she had been waiting for. The stench of dead bodies barely bothered her, and the pile up of torn clothes didn’t even cause her to blink. In fact, This would make the blaze smell even better. However, with the boss on the roof there was one downside..Could he make it out on time?<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the room for any object that could spark a blazing fire. Dark ripped pieces of cloth littered the floor, and there were a few wires connecting to the monitoring screen, but neither the cloth nor the wires made for an easy access fire. A item of use had to be somewhere.How do most accidental fires get caused?<br/><br/>After a brief pause of just staring at the room mindless she finally came up with an idea about how to start a fire from scratch. She went over to the wires connected to the monitor and ripped them out of the connection socket while kicking a random ghoul that decided to walk. The wires had not been stripped yet and without delay her finger nails clawed at the wire peeling it down to the partially open copper . In a single movement, she used the edge of her nail and quickly ran it against the wire making sparks hit the floor. Then she took a piece of cloth from her nearly gone dress and sparked the cloth on fire before tossing into a pile of non-moving ghouls.<br/><br/>She paused just a moment to allow the her lungs to fill up with smoke, and watch the orangish scarlet flutters trying to touch the sky progress upwards. After a few seconds passed, her feet turned in a blink of what could only be described as a human eye blink she was gone from the room, passed through the courtyard, and was at the entrance. Her head was sick with hunger, and the overwhelming thought of a human heart jugular being touched by her teeth made a jolt of pleasure in her. A very unwelcoming jolt of pleasure for sure.<br/><br/>The place was covered in orange flames licking the sky, and any remanence of ghouls was being toasted away by the flames. A scent of burning flesh, and oil made its way through her nostrils just barely overriding the need to find a open jugular. Her patience was thinning for waiting for her master to appear. If she waited any longer the need to eat might actually end in a massacre.<br/><br/>Air filled her lungs as if sharpening her senses to hone in on a little girl’s heartbeat only a mile away. It was rhythmically sound like a child who was sleeping peacefully. In mere seconds, her body had reacted on its own heading for the destination even though it was her vow not to ever drink fresh blood from a living human. The drain of energy was just becoming too much . Her desire was sinking further away as fresh blood over ran any coherent thought process she could make. It was as if she was a machine, and the master of the machine was blood. A few tree branches grazed her bare arms as she ran pretty much nude throughout the forest without being able to control it. Did he make it out alive? Did he survive? For just a split second thoughts of her master evoked some thought into her brain, but not enough to stop her.<br/><br/>In just a few seconds, her arms were shoving a front door wide open, and her mouth was connected with raw flesh of a woman’s neck who was screaming in utter pain. Seconds later, and the woman fell to the floor lifeless not a single drop of blood left in her body. Next, the same thing happened to the man whose neck was now torn open, and his body was thrown onto the ground as if it held no substance to the world. She wiped the excess blood from her mouth off with the back of her hand. However, before she could get to the sleeping child a shadow approached her.