Her pants folded together quickly into a skirt that shank until it was about knee high, the bandages on her legs spread out, becoming black silk and connecting into long black web stockings. Her boots shrunk to and became black, all that remained at the top was a shiny black leather straps for small black leather strap shoes she was wearing. Her halter top lengthened, blackened and connected to her pants as waves of black lace and webbing began to line the hem of her garment. With a single swish her dress blossomed outwards, her sleeves puffing out. Webbed gloves grew from her sleeves and wrapped the back of her hand, leaving her fingers loose.<br/><br/>There was a slight awakening. She looked at her pale narrow fingers, her hands so pale they weren't her own any longer. Worse, she was burning, waves of pain over her skin. She smelt something, a wrist in front of her mouth, an open blood vessel, and bit deeply before even thinking. She drank until she felt sated, yet a bit dizzy at the same time, and withdrew from the wound, falling on her hands and knee's.<br/><br/>"I don't understand, what the fuck! Could it be the scroll?"<br/><br/>She was panting, sweating visibly, and started to moan out loud. She felt an intense buzz as she stared at her gloved hands and looked down at her black lacy dress. She shot up on her knees, arching her back and screaming in a tremendously high pitch reverberation with her fangs bared.<br/><br/>"What the hell is happening to me!"<br/><br/>The power in her voice was shaking the warehouse, it felt like the ground was trembling.