<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Melly-Unkown </span><br/><br/>Melinva's mind took in what Cameron had said. Her thoughts; yuck, eeww and disgusting. Her face slowly twisted up, mirroring her thoughts. She was slowly, but surely winning the battle with her hunger. She thought of the things Arman had taught her, which was to think of something other than the hunger. Something more powerful, so she thought of her past, her family and those she left behind. The burning in her throat and chest died down, and her vision was returning. The stranger's words finished the job, animal, he called her an animal. Even as he picked her up, and through into the wall, her head and half her body hanging out the now broken window. All she could think about was what he said. Cut up, bruised and a little battered, she laid there, mind reeling. Was she really an animal, is that how she looked? Did she act like one? Why hadn't her master told her? It wasn't something she could help, the hunger, she was still 'young' and not totally in control of her urges. But was that an excuse? She sighed, remaining perfectly still as she listened to the others move around. Its not that she was scared of the man, amazed was really how she felt. He tossed her so easily, Arman had told her they become stronger over time, she had gained some strength, but he said she hasnt reached her full potential yet.<br/><br/>Hearing them leave, she slowly pulled herself up, wincing as glass slid out of her shoulder and back. She touched her face, feeling her busted lip and the long, thin cut down the side of her face. If she was human, she was sure the pain would've been unbelievable, luckily she wasn't. The smell of her own blood interrupted her thoughts for a second, it made her want to throw up. Standing, she began to limp out Camerons room, heading to her own. She wasn't really worried about the cuts, they would heal, slowly since it was time to feed. Her body would ache untill she fed. Arman's room was on the way, her first instinct was to go to him. She stopped and found herself reaching for the door knob, but pulled back, almost as if touching it would hurt. Groaning she walked away, holding her side. Shutting the door behind, she collapsed on her bed, closing her eyes.