Entry tags:

*narrative, plot: swap

Who: Scott M
What: Reveal
Rating: Bad language probs

She woke with a start, still having visions of herself - but it wasn't really her - with fangs and claws and a sudden insatiable bloodlust that she could just barely reign in. It took her almost a full minute to realize that her panic wasn't doing a single damn thing - there was no pain, no feeling of nails growing or body shifting. Letting out a slow breath on the word "Fuck", she then blinked at the sound of her voice - rough though it was.

She was herself. Looking down suddenly, her dark eyes widened as she noticed a helluva lot of red on her shirt. Lifting her hand to it slowly, she realized it was sticky and sat up. "What the hell?!"

Scrambling out of bed - not even noticing at the moment that she wasn't in a prison cell, there were no bars, no gray cots, nothing like that - she staggered for the closest door and blindly slapped at the wall, turning on the light of the bathroom she'd stumbled into. She was covered in blood - it was in her hair, her skin, all over her shirt. Her breath started to quicken for a moment she she squeezed her eyes tight. She wasn't trapped in a sewer waiting for a ghost to pick her off. She wasn't bleeding out on the floor of a hardware store in her mom's arms. Opening her eyes as she struggled to calm herself down, she started to run her hand over her very sore throat, but could find no sign of a wound. Finally, she started to pull off her clothes, dropping them to the floor in a heap, wondering briefly over where her gun might be, and stepped into the shower while turning the water on high.

A moan of pleasure escaped her as the water began to pelt her muscles. It'd been weeks - months? - since she'd had a hot shower, and she could barely comprehend the fact that she wasn't in that place any more. Briefly her thoughts drifted to the guy whose body she'd been stuck in, but then she put that aside for now and just focused on getting herself clean again. Twenty minutes later, Jo finally stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body slowly. The blonde moved back into what she could now tell was a hotel room, and wandered to the window warily. There were sounds of people outside. And this room was a lot nicer than she was used to.

Drawing back the curtain, her eyes widened when she saw skyscrapers and cars and actual living people. Looking around the room, Jo spotted a television and walked over to turn it on, then sat on the edge of the bed, still in the towel, eyes widening as the weather channel appeared with the words "Current Location" in one corner....and "New York City" in the other.