Gangrel.

You don't know it yet but you are a Gangrel, fierce and filled with animalistic rage, closer to nature than to other vampires. You notice the glimmer of a beast in the mirror and step back in panic, you shudder as you realize that it was your eyes.

The room suddenly feels like it's closing in around you, the walls suffocating and the urge to leap from your window takes over you. You fight the urge, convulsing as you try to keep some semblance of control, you notice yourself frothing at the lips and burst out the door, determined to escape the small room.

As you crash through the cheap wooden motel door you look around and see a young woman standing in the hallway, horrified at the sight in front of her. She screams not at your unusual appearance but the murderous intent on your face, she drops her groceries and takes off down the hallway. The fear of her scream, horrified expression, and the way her soft flesh bounces as she runs fills you with hunger and desire. This time you can't fight your urge, not that you wanted to.

You bound after her on all fours snarling as you do, she looks back in horror, her stride faltering as she does. You pounce and grasp her by the neck as you pin her down to the ground. She tries to scream but your grip is held fast, her eyes are pleading with you, saying what her mouth can't. Tears well up in her eyes and you whip your head back and throw your teeth into her plump neck, newly formed canines sinking in deep as you purse your lips and suckle on the blood. She shakes, scratches, and kicks but the more you drink the stronger you feel and soon she is laying limp on the ground as her life is being leached away from her. You stay there feeding for nearly ten minutes, power coursing through you, with a satisfied grunt you lift your head and look down at the her. Dead. Where there should be remorse is only hunger, you need more, much, much, more.

You sniff the air, humans, close by and fresh. You snarl and scratch at your face, there's still a small part of you that remains sane and it knows not to go ravaging innocent people on the sidewalk. You slam into the wall next to you, you want to howl of all things. The blood fills you with strength, it returns your vitality and makes you whole again, it takes some time but you recover your senses. As you stand on uneasy legs you realize the severity of your situation. Stained in blood from mouth to toe, with a dead woman at your feet. You look to the window, the easiest exit, but it's also a four story drop. You could also just try to go down the stairs and leave through the front door. That's sure to cause a commotion however.