You lay on the ground. Tears in your eyes. The lack of a pulse driving you to the brink of insanity. You look at your hands which are now as pale as a ghost. You had an aching in your throat telling you to rip your newly formed fangs into the man in front of you. Staring down at you was a hunter. He could tell you had just changed. A look of pity and hatred in his ice-cold eyes.