It was evening and Kelsey had no idea where she was. Her father had failed to mention and she had been too upset to pay any attention to any sign boards. All she knew was that she was at a bar and that she was planning on getting drunk.
“Guess you can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play by the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to me. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked. “More like rough life and it’s only getting started” Kelsey said. “Feel like sharing?” the bartender suggested. “I can be a very good listener” “Yeah, I bet you could” Kelsey commented, smirking a little. “Did I see a glimpse of a smile?” the bartender asked. Kelsey shook her head. “There’s nothing to smile about. My dad threw me out of the house”
“Okay, that sucks” the bartender. “But we all have daddy issues at some point in our live. It’ll turn out fine in the end. Trust me, I would know” he winked.
“I don’t think this will” Kelsey said neurotic. She put down the glass and coughed. “This was a bad idea”
“What, coming here or having alcohol?”
“The second” Kelsey answered. “I’m feeling sick” The moment she got of her stool she grabbed her head and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” the bartender exclaimed and he came from behind the bar.
“My head!” Kelsey cried.
“Come on, let’s get you outside” the bartender said. He threw Kelsey’s arm over his shoulder and guided her outside, the other customers watching them. Once they were outside he let go of her and she leaned with her back against a wall. “You better now?”
Kelsey shook her head. “It’s only getting worse” she cried. “Oh God” She dropped on the ground and convulsed.
“What the hell’s going on?” the bartender exclaimed desperate. “You… you want me to call the hospital?”
But Kelsey was in too much pain to answer, so he decided on his own and dialed 911.
But even they couldn’t help her. Her body curled and her eyes rolled in their sockets, spittle dripping out of the corner of her mouth. They tried to put her in a strait-jacket, but for that she had to lay still and she didn’t.
“Please give her something to calm down” one said. A nurse pulled out a syringe and injected Kelsey’s neck, but it only made her more furious.
It went on for hours in which the medical staff tried to find a solution and more and more people came outside to view what was happening.
Kelsey opened her eyes and the doctors stepped back. Her eyes were yellow and her face changed and all of a sudden she had fangs.
Despite the oath of Hippocrates the medical staff grabbed their stuff and ran to the ambulance. As the crowd separated a bright light enlightened Kelsey’s transforming body.
“Guess you can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play by the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to me. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked. “More like rough life and it’s only getting started” Kelsey said. “Feel like sharing?” the bartender suggested. “I can be a very good listener” “Yeah, I bet you could” Kelsey commented, smirking a little. “Did I see a glimpse of a smile?” the bartender asked. Kelsey shook her head. “There’s nothing to smile about. My dad threw me out of the house”
“Okay, that sucks” the bartender. “But we all have daddy issues at some point in our live. It’ll turn out fine in the end. Trust me, I would know” he winked.
“I don’t think this will” Kelsey said neurotic. She put down the glass and coughed. “This was a bad idea”
“What, coming here or having alcohol?”
“The second” Kelsey answered. “I’m feeling sick” The moment she got of her stool she grabbed her head and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” the bartender exclaimed and he came from behind the bar.
“My head!” Kelsey cried.
“Come on, let’s get you outside” the bartender said. He threw Kelsey’s arm over his shoulder and guided her outside, the other customers watching them. Once they were outside he let go of her and she leaned with her back against a wall. “You better now?”
Kelsey shook her head. “It’s only getting worse” she cried. “Oh God” She dropped on the ground and convulsed.
“What the hell’s going on?” the bartender exclaimed desperate. “You… you want me to call the hospital?”
But Kelsey was in too much pain to answer, so he decided on his own and dialed 911.
But even they couldn’t help her. Her body curled and her eyes rolled in their sockets, spittle dripping out of the corner of her mouth. They tried to put her in a strait-jacket, but for that she had to lay still and she didn’t.
“Please give her something to calm down” one said. A nurse pulled out a syringe and injected Kelsey’s neck, but it only made her more furious.
It went on for hours in which the medical staff tried to find a solution and more and more people came outside to view what was happening.
Kelsey opened her eyes and the doctors stepped back. Her eyes were yellow and her face changed and all of a sudden she had fangs.
Despite the oath of Hippocrates the medical staff grabbed their stuff and ran to the ambulance. As the crowd separated a bright light enlightened Kelsey’s transforming body.
