Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, @ 2008-09-23 00:50:00 |
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Mere days after having nearly lost her life, Betsy found herself back in the safety and comfort of her own bedroom again. However, after she had been released from the infirmary, this room... her so-called sanctuary had become more akin to a prison. She, like most of her teammates who had gone on that mission on the 6th had suddenly developed an aversion to sunlight... among other delightful side-effects.
Listed among them were: heightened senses, increase in strength, and - oh yeah - a desire to drink blood. Human blood. She (along with those who had been infected) was now, for all intense and purposes, a vampire. And she'd be the first one to tell anyone who would ask, that it wasn't anything like the romanticized tales of fiction they might have read about or seen in movies. No, this was scarier than any horror novel or film she had ever seen or heard of before.
While her mood and appetite had changed, her physical appearance had also been altered. Elisabeth "Betsy" Braddock had always been a vision of beauty and femininity, but now she looked strangely ethereal. Her skin had gotten considerably paler, but it was her eyes that had changed the most. Her eyes looked brighter, yet colder somehow - perhaps she had adopted the gaze of a predator? Hmm, yes. Betsy felt ravenous most of the time and--whether subconsciously or conscious--spent most of her time on the prowl for her next meal.
Fortunately for her, Beast had concocted a synthetic blood for her, as well as the others, to drink. But she didn't want to be fed like some caged animal in a zoo, she wanted to hunt... to sink her teeth into something warm, something that would writhe underneath her touch....
It frightened her - having these unsavory thoughts floating around in her head. It wasn't her. It wasn't like her at all to think about going around, hunting people, much less feeding off of them. She found herself hiding away in her room most of the time (even once the sun had gone down), fearing that she might lose control.
And since she didn't feel any more confident to wander about that evening, Betsy chose to (once again) stay in bed and watch DVDs, and pretend to be normal.