Julie Stovall sat seething in her cell, staring at the wall. Despite all the best laid plans, despite all of her successes at escaping a building few weres in the past had ever managed, despite killing one of the Luna Brotherhood even, all these things aside, she still wound up here, staring at the wall and counting the slow crawl of time toward sunrise. It wasn't fair! It wasn't right! She didn't deserve this. Those idiots who mocked her did. Those hypocritical weres who condemned her just and proper retribution who had sent murdering flea bags after her. She felt a pang of guilt as her thoughts tripped over the bloody corpse of Alyssa Cooper but it was brief. After all, it wasn't her fault those wolves were so brutal.
A quite voice roused her from her angry remembrance. "So... you really going to just let them win?"
Julie looked up with a glare that faded to panic as she saw the amalgam of shadows masking any sign of a physical form sitting opposite herself in the darkest corner of the cell. "Who are you? Another dream? Another 'dire portant' of fucking doom and gloom?" She growled, not even in the mood to civil to what was likely a figment of her own mind.
The voice hissed softly in what could have been a laugh before speaking, "No... I am not... Him. I am not of His Kind. He works for the Spirit of Moon Lake you could say. The Founders. The Dreamers. The Ones Who Rule Unseen. They have many names. Many secrets. I am a secret. A secret nothing. A wisp of a malefic past long forgotten."
Julie gripped her fist, not knowing why this - thing - made her feel so very cold and scared but she wasn't about to give it the pleasure of knowing how terrified she was. "So? What's that got to do with me?"
It grinned, "Just this. A chance. A chance born of desperation. A choice. An oppertunity. An oppertunity to become something more. To escape. To become strong. Stronger even than those who capture you. A monster even.... But a monster born to extract bloody revenge on those who wronged her." The were-shadow held out a small red gemstone and it clattered to the floor. "Eat. Feed on the blood of Malice. It will give you strength. Power even. Change you. Let you feed on others of the were kindreds. Take their power from them. Make it yours."
Julie knew this was wrong. This was impossible. But shiny rock glimmered with a fire all it's own as she looked at it. Tempting her. "I don't like all your riddles. What's it do?"
The shadow says, "Just what I said. It will change you. Make you more than you are. You will feed on blood and flesh of other weres and you will rob them of strength. Malice born of hatred will fuel you. You will be a monster - taking the power of others and turning against your oppressors. And why not. Have they not already branded you a monster? Show them the meaning of the word."
Julie moved over and slowly picked up the stone to look at it closely... before suddenly rolling off the bed and landing in a painful pile on the cold jail floor. Two feet away in the corner was the burning red gemstone. The dream wasn't so dream-like. It seemed, she had a choice to make.