Fly you fool!

Without a second thought nor a moment of hesitation you hurtle yourself through the fourth story window, you can feel the woman's blood coursing through your undead body, filling you with renewed vitality and power. The window pane crashes and cracks as you shield your face with your arms, the cold night air hits your lungs and a rush overcomes you. Freedom at last. You catch several people on the ground looking up at you and exclaiming several things, some of the onlookers rush out of the way of the falling glass. You howl at the moon, the beautiful moon, and slam into the ground at terminal velocity. Your bones crunch and break as your body slams and disfigures itself on the hard concrete, "Dear God!" A man wearing a brown suit fumbles backwards from the point of your impact. Damn does that hurt, it feels like, well, like you've just fell from the fourth story of a building. "H-how in the world." The man readjusts his glasses and watches as you shamble back to your feet, your broken bones mending by the second. The man faints as he watches your clavicle snap back into place with a sickening pop. You rise to your feet no worse for wear. You seem to have landed in a secluded alleyway, dark, dirty, and thankfully out of the way. Still, there are onlookers glancing and pointing. The man in the brown suit is groaning in his sleep, a lit cigarette burns brightly next to him.

The humans sicken you, the way they talk, speak, and move, all of it seems so unnatural to you. How in the world do they stand the clothes they're wearing? You tear at your shirt, it comes apart easily, revealing a lean and muscular figure. The urge to flee takes you again, you need to get away from this city, the cars, the lights, the filth of technology is everywhere. You burst out of the alleyway on all fours, blasting past several different citizens, some have their phones out and are calling the police. But no squad car can keep up with you now, you let out a gleeful howl as you feel your limbs picking up speed. Within minutes you're blurring past buildings and headed toward the western trees, you move based on instinct and feeling, you know in your gut where to go.

After some time you find yourself at the edge of the forest. The air is clean and carries the smell of fresh leaves and dirt, crickets chirp and owls hoot, you're in the wild now. You take a moment to relax and absorb your surroundings.

"Haven't seen this guy around."

"He looks freshly turned, great, more mouths to feed."

"Hush! He'll hear you, you idiots."

"You're the one that's yelling genius."

"Oy! Who goes there!" One of the disembodied voices calls to you.

You're not entirely sure how to respond, but a couple of strange voices in the woods never hurt anyone right?

"Someone that needs help." You call back into the direction of the voices.

"Doesn't sound like anyone I know." the group snickers and chuckles.

"He's covered in blood, and he's got fur..." the voices turn pensive and hushed whispers tickle your eardrums.

"He's probably one of us."

Your eyes begin to settle into the darkness, you can make out the outlines of three people, their silhouettes are animal like and well, very furry. You can feel their eyes on you, gauging your every move,

"Very well! Come on out boys!" you feel the trees around you shift and shake with movement, what was once three now turns into dozens as the rest of the vampires begin to show themselves. They all look vaguely like you, with differing animal like features between them, you spot tails, claws, and whiskers alike.

The leader of the the pack steps out from behind the trunk of a large oak tree. "Fresh blood." The leader snarls as he looks you in the eye and speaks. He is massive, standing at 6'8 and sporting a gargantuan set of muscles, the rest of the pack avoid looking at the large vampire's eyes directly. Hierarchy here is decided by a very clear set of rules. Be the strongest motherfucker in the forest.

"What's your name?" You can feel the tension in the air, everyone here is looking for a sign of weakness, something to show that you're just another bitch to take advantage of. You won't give them an inch. "No clue." You look the leader in the eyes. He snarls in response. "Watch your tone newbie, I don't know what shithole you came out of, but you'll have some fucking respect here!" The vampire barks out the last bit of his sentence, causing a few of others around him to jump in fear.