VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 104: I’m having beef Tonight!
Belladonna had refused to use her transformation up until this point. For one it scared her, so she could only imagine how it would freak others out. But she also knew very little about it.
She couldn’t remember anything about the first time she had used it. However she also knew that fearing it and leaving it sitting in her skill list gathering dust was not exactly productive. The only way she was going to get a handle on it, was by using it and learning to control it.
So, with some reluctance, she pushed her senses inwards and searched for that little whisper inside of her. It had grown quiet after she unlocked the transformation. Not silent, but like a gentle tone just barely audible that your mind toned out until it became like background noise.
Like the little ticking of your watch you didn’t hear until it was truly silent.
When she found that whisper, locked deep inside of her body in a prison she still did not know existed, she slowly but surely fed it some mana. Although that did nothing. No matter how much mana she fed it, or from where, it didn’t react.
At least that’s what she thought at first, until all of a sudden that tiny whisper became a deafening and desperate cry that echoed within her mind.
"HUNGRYYYY. FEEEEED!"
That was all it said, those two words echoing over and over, growing faster and faster in their repetition until she couldn’t even hear herself think. All she could hear were those words. Her teeth began to ache, growing ever so slightly as they split her gums and her stomach rumbled loud enough for the two headed cow to lift both heads and lazily gaze at her in curiosity.
Her fingers ached as she clutched at her head, digging her nails into her scalp as if she was trying to pry her skull open to release the thoughts trapped inside.
Belladonna ripped herself away from the unseen prison, yanking back all traces of mana, and immediately the flood of thoughts retreated until they became just a whisper once more.
"God damn... Why does it have to be so intense." She said as she panted heavily, her hands flopping by her side as some beads of sweat dribbled down her temples.
However, as intense as it was, it had opened her eyes. It couldn’t be unlocked at any time she wanted, or by mana. But it could be unlocked. She just needed the right energy.
She needed life force. She needed the fresh, hot blood of a creature still alive, and to drain that life from it directly. She needed to feel the sweet sensation of a creatures dying heart beat pumping its blood into her mouth, as if it entire existence was to act as a juice box for her.
Straightening herself up, Belladonna slowly turned to face the two headed cow. Her eyes locked onto its, one set of them at least, as she stared it down and saw it in a new light.
Her nostrils flared as she sniffed at the air, the scent of that sweet nectar pumping through the creatures veins reached her even through its flesh.
The cow shuddered as it could feel the gaze of the predator looked onto it, its lazy eyes widening in horror as it felt its gaze locked with hers, as Belladonna’s eyes started to glow a bright crimson. To the honed senses of a prey animal, it could finally feel what she had been subconsciously supressing.
An aura of blood, death and hunger radiated around her body and overwhelmed the poor twin headed Bovine. It tried to run, but each head tried to run in the opposite direction. By the time they finally came to a consensus Belladonna was already lunging.
She landed on its back, digging her claws in before sinking her teeth in next. Her shark-like teeth tore through its tough hide, finding the crimson nectar buried underneath, before starting to draw it. Not just of blood, but by the ethereal life force that blood carried.
The twin headed Cow started to buck and struggle beneath her, doing anything it could to remove her, but Belladonna sunk her claws in deeper as her transformation finally started.
Her cheeks split, giving her a wide and savage smile that reached her ears. The colour bled from her eyes, giving her bloody tear stains, whilst her bones snapped, cracked and reshaped.
The bones in her hands and feet extended, turning her fingers and toes into talons that burst through her skin from within. Her spine cracked as she was reforged into a shape that preferred all fours.
Her hauntingly beautiful body was reshaped from within, until it was nothing more than a half ruined skin suit worn by a true monster. A monster that was not done satiating its hunger.
She lost herself in the bliss, draining more and more life force from it, all of it pouring into the prison with her as it fuelled the beast hidden within, which was allowed a brief respite in her body.
But it also meant that Belladonna had completely lost sight of her original goal. She needed it to die in fear, which it was definitely going to do. But all the blood would be gone, making it all pointless.
Yet she couldn’t care... She couldn’t even remember that was why she had done this to care in the first place. All she could think about was the hunger and the taste as those shouts filled her mind.
Until a new sound cut through the noise.
Mreow~
It was a sound so soft and gentle, a tranquil and adorable noise that did not belong in the chaos of hunger and desperation. It should have been drowned out by the shouts, but it completely overwhelmed them and drove straight to the true Belladonna that had been buried underneath the noise as it reminded her of why she was doing it in the first place.
In a brief respite of sanity, Belladonna ripped her head away, tearing the chunk of the cows neck she had clenched in her teeth before turning her hand flat like a dagger and plunging it into its torso.
Her claws speared through the hide and plunged deep into the heart within, which beat a few times before finally giving out.
She let the cow drop underneath her, the second head dying soon after without a chance to escape from its dead counterpart. Belladonna stood there on top of its corpse, panting heavily as she was doing everything in her power to control this form.
A feat that was much easier before the arrow tore through her neck.
