Re: R1
Screaming apparently was also on Helena’s agenda.
The setting of the sun brought the change and first there was very little. Her skin tingled and cooled and she watched the beginnings of her clothes change, pants and shirt falling away into layers and layers of red fabric. So far it was fine, and she wondered if this would go as smoothly as they hoped.
And then there was a rush of pain. She was sinking to her knees as she felt it, angry whimpers falling from her lips as she burned, the fire racing straight from her chest and shooting up her throat and down her limbs. She could hear from far away the sound of another door slamming shut and she was knew there other people were there with her, other changes were happening, but she couldn’t stay focused. Her mind felt like it was going to explode, a new awareness of her surroundings – no, his surroundings and his thoughts –suddenly flooding her in addition to the flashes of pain searing. Her heart was slowing, her lungs were failing but it was her skin that was the worst.
It was a fiery sensation that spread across her chest, something agitating her so greatly that she was clawing at it frantically. Her hands burned through her efforts but she persevered and only when she yanked on the silver chain of her cross, the crucifix she wore as her last line of defense against him, and let it fall to the floor that she realized what had happened to her.
“No, no, no, no, no,” she whispered in complete horror, shaking hands reaching toward the holy relic but a force kept pushing her back. She felt a prickling sensational and then a quick sliver of pain in her mouth and her cold hands reached up to touch the new razor sharp teeth curving over her lip.