<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><div class="floatright">(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Eveleen/alex-pettyfer-gareth.jpg)</div><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>Wow. It worked. Small fingers rubbed at where the chains had been, looking down for a moment, amazed at the freedom with which he could move after so long. Slowly, his eyes turned up to look at the girl. For a moment, he stared. Something deep inside his body turned and crawled, his skin tingling and nostrils flaring. A wicked smile crossed her lips, eyes growing completely black. It was a look that only the devil himself could pull off, one that did not belong on someone who looked like a ten year old child.<br/><br/>"Hello, Lionna. I'm your worst nightmare." A sudden, invisible movement and his mouth found itself on the space between her neck and shoulder, teeth piercing her skin. As the girl's blood began to trickle from her skin and into his mouth, something wild came over him. Teeth growing much sharper, he shoved them further into her skin, the dark, warm liquid now gushing into his mouth. Had he had the ability, he would have torn her tendons out, muscle flailing out of her body. But her body began to twist, bones moving, blood rushing, the air in his lungs disappearing. Throwing her to the ground he growled, screaming out into the echoes of the dungeon he had called home for the last ten years. His body was changing, morphing, but into what, he didn't know. None of the others every changed into strange creatures, so what was happening to him?<br/><br/>The cracking and snapping of bones could be heard, muscle and skin growing and flexing. His hair grew, arms and legs were longer. Shoulders and chest now much broader, feet, hands and head bigger, and each part of him dripping with blood. The raw skin that had formed itself over his new body healed, though very slowly. He needed more blood. Something in the girl had triggered this; that was the only explanation, right? An animalistic look came over him as the now twenty year-old man jumped onto the bleeding girl, pinning her to the cold ground.<br/><br/>"You," he groaned, eyes shutting tightly. The raw skin burned, as if someone were tearing through his flesh over and over. His whole body felt as if it had been broken, reconstructed, and then broken once more. "I need your blood!" Her roared and clawed into her arm, feeling a sizzling sensation where it touched his unformed skin. The skin on his fingers was now soft but strong. A wild fire blazed behind his eyes, the grin on his face that of a ravenous lion ready to take its prey. He wanted to tear this girl apart. So why hadn't he done so already?