Wynona greedily injected the new needle into her arm, savoring the pinch as it slid into her vein. She slowly pushed the heroin into her system, waiting for the high to come. "Maybe this time it'll actually fucking work, Rod," she hissed across the room at her dealer. 

He turned, a blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He held his hands up in surrender. "It ain't my fuckin' fault that we got a bad batch." 

Wynona rolled her eyes and turned to stare at her arm, as if she could will the high to finally reach her brain. Her fingers twitched impatiently while Rod stared out the window of the shady apartment, his eyes fixated on something in the dark. Wynona let out a harsh groan of frustration, her nerves on edge. She grabbed the needle and threw it against the wall with all her might, the needle shattering on impact. "[i]It's not working![/i]" Rod shushed her childish behavior, her posture growing stiff. "Shut the fuck up, you cheap ass son of a--" Rod silenced her again before pointing at something pulling up in the streets below. Wynona huffed and walked up towards the window, leering from behind the blinds. A cop car slowly pulled down the street before stopping in front of a warehouse. 

"Shit," he muttered before grinding his blunt into his ash tray and turning to start stuffing his shit into a bag. "[i]They're here for me,[/i]" he declared.

Wynona rolled her eyes and balled her fists. Her stomach shifted and groaned. She had tried to eat normal food, but all she did was puke it out later. She had taken to drugs to try to satisfy her hunger. "Get the fuck over yourself, Rod," she snapped as she watched the two cops stand outside of the warehouse and argue. "They're going in the warehouse, you dumb fuck." Wynona unconsciously rubbed the two puncture in her neck as she watched the exchange between the partners. Rod mumbled wildly to himself about being caught again and having to go back to prison, but Wynona paid no mind. One cop walked back while the other stayed, his gun ready. Wynona stared at the man walking back. She turned back to Rod, ready to bitch at him when suddenly a boom rattled through her bones and echoed in the streets. She nearly jumped from her skin. She pressed her face to the window as she watched a dark figure with a wicked smile dragged the cops inside the warehouse before shutting the doors closed, the creaking sounds resonating in her ears.

"Rod," she whispered, her heart racing. "Rod." She pressed her palm to the glass as she helplessly gazed at the warehouse doors. "Rod, I think this batch is sour. I'm fucking hallucinating." Suddenly, the sickly sweet tang of blood pierced the air, filling her senses. Her mouth began to water as the scent grew stronger and stronger, captivating her attention. "[i]Rod.[/i]"

She turned, her mind going blank as her new instincts kicked in. Before the cracker drug dealer could even blink, Wynona's teeth were on his neck, greedily sucking his lifeblood.