Vincent stumbled through the door of his apartment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel a feverish heat building within him and his limbs felt heavy and weak. Glancing down, he saw the torn flesh on his arm where he had been bitten by that deranged man on his walk home from his job at the high school.

"Hrrgghh- What's happening..." He whimpered, shutting the door behind him. His mind was hazy but he knew something was terribly wrong. The wound on his arm was an angry, swollen red and his skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor. Vincent made his way slowly to the couch and collapsed down onto it, his head spinning.

As the minutes passed, the fever seemed to intensify, bringing with it muscle spasms and a pounding headache. Vincent curled in on himself, groaning in pain. His breathing grew more ragged and a rattling sound emanated from his chest with each inhale.

"Grrr...Need...help," He rasped, fumbling weakly for his phone. But even as Vincent reached for it, he could feel his humanity slipping away. A savage hunger was building within him, driving out all rational thought. His teeth elongated into wicked fangs and his fingernails stretched into claws. Vincent's feverish mind was consumed with only one desire - to hunt.

With an inhuman snarl, he leaped up from the couch and prowled over to the window, peering out at the street below. His heightened senses could detect the scent of prey out there, calling to the monster he had become. Vincent smashed through the window in a shower of glass, driven by pure animal instinct now. He needed to feed.