[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/YuAjcO8.png[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Casey Mercer[/color][/h1][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Underground• [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center] [center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Kessler [@deegee] • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Kessler [@deegee] [/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] It all happened too fast, Kessler pulling away, the music dying mid-note. The silence… then the ripple of red glows across the crowd. [i]Fucking Vampires[/i]. A split second later, the crowd erupted into chaos. They vampires were in full bloodlust. [color=a187be]“Fuck,”[/color] Casey muttered through clenched teeth, her eyes quickly scanning for the nearest exit, and just in time to spot him, a hulking brute of a vampire she’s faced in the cage before, charging straight toward a young human frozen in shock. Casey moved without thinking. Even in human form, she was fast. She slammed into the brute’s ribs, tackling him to the floor. He snarled as they rolled on the floor fighting for leverage. He was stronger than last time. Hungrier. The vampire pinned her hard, claws sinking into the flesh of her shoulders. Fire ripped through her nerves. Casey screamed, pain and fury mixing, vibrating through her bones. Her wolf clawed at her insides, begging to shift, to tear him apart, but shifting now would burn through a lot of stamina. Being pack less had it's perks, but it also had it’s faults, a fact she was not ready to admit, but she felt it recently in every cage match, depleting strength. He drove his claws deeper. Casey cried out again, then on instinct she bucked hard, twisting her hips the way she learned in the cage. The brute toppled sideways, giving Casey the chance to jump to her feet. She remembered his weak points, the way his knee gave out if hit just right. She slammed her elbow into the ribs, then before he could recover, she pivoted and drove her heel into his knee. It cracked. The vampire collapsed, hissing and shrieking, and Casey staggered back, bleeding but standing. Her wolf surged beneath her skin. She wasn’t done yet. [color=a187be] “Get the fuck out of here!” [/color]she snapped, shoving the young man toward the exit, not hard, but just enough to jolt him into motion. He stumbled, then bolted as the chaos swallowed him. Casey barely had time to turn back before the brute was back on his feet. He came at her with a roar, his claws grazed her cheek, just enough to draw blood, just enough to sting and just enough to piss her off. He lunged again, fangs snapping inches from her throat. Casey ducked quickly, rolling her shoulder to dodge the bite. Her fist slammed into his gut with a satisfying thud, but before he can fold, she followed up with an uppercut that cracked his jaw and forced him back. The vampire recovered quickly, the bloodlust alone driving him, he snarled at her. Beast vs beast. That was the only way this ended. Her muscles coiled. Her senses sharpened. The wolf inside her pressed hard against her skin, begging to be unleashed. The brute charged again, but this time Casey didn’t retreat. A growl ripped from her chest. Her spine arched, her bones cracked. Heat poured through her limbs as muscles stretched, teared, and reformed. Black and white fur burst across her skin. The burn of the shift was agony and relief all at once. Casey launched herself forward, a blur of black and white fur and raw fury. She slammed into him with the full weight of her Lycan form, sending him crashing into the end of the bar, wood splintering under impact. Her lips peeled back over her canines while a snarl rumbled in her chest, saliva dripping from her fangs, her last warning before she went in for the kill Her jaws clamped onto his abdomen, teeth sinking through skin and muscle, until they finally hit the soft heat of his innards. She ripped her head sideways, tearing out a chunk of flesh and intestine. Her claws followed, slashing into the rest of his stomach with savagery. She dug deeper, rendering his flesh like soaked fabric. Her claws hooked around something soft and slick, she pulled without hesitation, tearing it free. The vampire convulsed on the floor, but Casey was beyond thought, there was nothing but instinct and rage and the will to survive. Her growl deepened as she teared another handful of flesh away, her muzzle drenched, her breath hot and heavy. The vampire tried to push her off, but he was done, his strength bleeding out onto the floor. She shifted back, her body snapping and folding in on itself until she was human again. Her white wifebeater hanged off her in bloody tatters, soaked through with both her blood and the vampire’s. Her face still coated in his warm, sticky blood that smeared down her neck and jaw. She dragged the back of her arm across her mouth, her hands still drenched in blood up to her wrists. [color=a187be]“Piece of shit,” [/color]she growled, spitting a thick mix of saliva and blood onto the fallen vampire at her feet. Her breathing was ragged. Her shoulders burned where his claws dug deep. She lifted her head, scanning the room for her own kind. Packless or not, she knew the truth: a lone wolf dies fast in a swarm like this. She needed other Lycans. And she needed them now.