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Alexis avoided her reflection. Every storefront cast a vile image; a woman she barely recognized and one she wanted to look at less and less, despite the human beauty that still clung to her features. Her intense and frequent feedings, constant hunting and insatiable thirst for blood had left her barely human.
Her hunger led her to risky hunting practices and feeding grounds where the chances of being caught were high. Though aware of the increased risks, she forged on, intent on her next victim; next meal. If anything the thrill and the danger of it all heightened her senses and intensified the satisfaction of each kill.
A thread of logic remained somewhere in the recess of her mind, telling her to gain control of these frenzied feedings before things got out of hand. It was also this thread of logic that kept her from sharing this transformation with her sister. But the thread seemed about to break. Alexis could feel it.
It seemed no matter how many victims she drained, no matter how many pints of blood she ingested, it was never enough, and that thought alone concerned her.