The instance that she had begun eating the creating Holly had felt the overwhelming urge to throw up. As she retched slightly, trying to keep down the horrible meat, she shuffled slightly away from the other girls. Whether it was because of her shyness or the strange thoughts that were beginning to crowd her mind she did not know.

The pain was horrible, and she automatically bent over as it washed through her body. Was this what dying felt like? Was what she had just eaten killing her? She didn't want to die... not here, not soon. Not in a strange place surrounded by other people. 

Then it was gone. Holly felt powerful, realising that she could destroy the shades that had seemed threatening not so long ago. They couldn't do anything to her. She felt a certain glee as they ran away, though also disappointed that she hadn't been given the chance to exercise this new found strength.

Though she may get a chance to. The other girls around her, the ones she had already been afraid of, seemed to have changed to. They were like her. A threat. She took another few steps back, gaze a mix of calculating and bestial as she looked at the others. Could she take them if they attacked? She had an urge to attack first... To get the upper hand. But she would wait.