Wings
Pain like none other coursed down her back. Her knees felt weak and she could hardly keep herself up, the pain almost too much to handle. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, forgetting the newly elongated canines in her mouth. More pain shot through her, erupting from her now slightly split lip. Britney groaned.
She found herself in the bathroom of a local jazz bar. She was too young to be admitted obviously, but that was nothing a little glamour couldn’t help her with. The music was right and the atmosphere was euphoric in a sense. The perfect place to cause mischief. She started off easy, enchanting a drink here or there and causing a few people to vomit. Then she moved on to mystifying a few people by the bar, getting them argue and fight until they were thrown out. An evil grin had split her lips as she watched it all go down. However, it was her inability to control herself that put her where she was now.
Before pulling down the top of her dress, she had pushed the trash can in front of the door, blocking anyone from coming in.
Her eyes glowed pink as she looked into the mirror at her back. Two, rather large, horn like nubs pushed up against her skin between her shoulder blades. The area was red and irritated, the horns staring at her angrily.
“God…” she whispered, looking from her glowing eyes to the nubs breaking and tearing at her skin.
With her fingers, she brushed the small horns, feeling even more pain bursting down her back, eliciting another gnarly grown to bubble from her throat past her clenched teeth.
