You on a cold slab.

You feel odd, not like you just woke up, but rather like you were born. The first thing you notice is you are lying on a concrete slab. Strangely, it feels neither hot nor cold.

You think back. Your plan to enslave Alyssa and use her to escape had backfired horribly. She had been too powerful a monster to fully dominate. Of course it did have an effect. You hear a whisper.

"Darling, you are finally awake."

You see the pale platinum blonde Alyssa at the side of the slab. Her skin is alabaster white, contrasting with the fiery embers in her eyes. Her fingers are long and pale and capped with a long shiny black fingernails.

Your senses seem sharper. You see Alyssa's shapely body perfectly despite the dim light. You feel strong, powerful, and thirsty. You want to see a mirror.

As if reading your mind Alyssa whispers, "Sorry darling, no mirrors. But, I think I can help you."

You sit up and she touches a clawed finger below your chin. Suddenly you see yourself through her eyes. You smile. You are gorgeous. Your once pale and slightly freckled skin is now the same flawless alabaster as Alyssa's. Your hair, always red, has darkened to the color of hearts blood. You brush your clawed hand across your corset. The lack of a heartbeat or need to breath has enabled you to tighten it further than you ever had been able to as a human. It makes your waist look tiny and your more than ample breasts look gigantic.

She breaks contact with you and the image fades. You hadn't wanted to become a monster, but you aren't displeased with the results. As a monster hunter you wanted to bag the most powerful monster. As a monster your desires are simpler. You want power, you want blood, and you want to serve your master Vlad.

You let your thoughts wander to your former companions. There is Abby, the fool girl has a crush on you and if encountered should be easy to dominate. Dominate, you mull the meaning of it. As a hunter you aimed only to dominate monsters, humans had been off limits. Now the thought of dominating a human and drinking their blood sounds just wonderful. Especially that twat Heather Finch. You had hoped to arrange a little accident for her. Drinking her blood and leaving a lifeless husk sounds so much more personal. You feel your eyeteeth lenghten into impressively long, sharp fangs, at the thought. Lastly, if you ever wish to leave monster island you'll need to dominate and enslave Mistress Swift.

Now, you could find a snack to quench your thirst, hunt your former companions, or see Master Vlad.