The first pang in her stomach hit her like a fist from a heavyweight. Elizabeth doubled over, gripping her sides. "Urrrgh!!!" she moaned, drawing the attention of several people,both from her own sorority and from a couple others.
"Liz, are you alright?" asked Tanya, one of her sorority sisters.
"Leave me alone!" snarled Elizabeth, suddenly filled with a rage that she couldn't explain. Simply the sound of Tanya's voice filled her with anger. The music wasn't helping anything either. Neither were all of these others standing around her. She tried to walk off the makeshift dance floor, just wanting to get back to her room, but there were so many people around, and every step or so, her stomach would throb.
"Let me help you," said Tanya, grabbing her arm.
Elizabeth's rage hit a peak. Lashing out, she bit Tanya's hand deeply enough to draw blood. Confusingly, this somehow calmed Elizabeth down. In fact, it made her feel good, tasting the blood.
"OWWW! FUCK! You bitch!" cried Tanya, holding her hand as Elizabeth licked the blood from her lips.
Elizabeth continued to head up to her room, fighting the urge to bite someone else. The throb in her stomach had stopped for the moment, but now she felt quite lightheaded. At least the unbearable anger had stopped.
Meanwhile, Tanya had begun to exhibit the strange symptoms Elizabeth had been showing moments earlier. At first worried about her hand, she suddenly doubled over in pain, struggling to move to a couch.
Again, one of the girls tried to help her, and was bitten as well. Tanya showed the same relief of her symptoms once she'd drawn the other one's blood, and headed up to her room as well.
Nicole, the third girl who'd been bitten, happened to be a medical student. Struggling against the numbing pain she was going through, she issued a warning to the other attendees to the party. "Everyone stay away from me...URRGH...something's wrong here..gahh...just keep your distance...I'll be fine...but...there's some sort of infection the other two were carrying...in their..saliva!"
She limped over to a couch, flopping down on it limply. Nicole didn't want to worry anyone, but she could FEEL something changing inside of her, almost on a molecular level at this point. Instinctively, she knew it wasn't fatal, though she had no real way to back that thought up.
Nicole passed out, feverish a few minutes later. The other girls, though sober enough to heed her warning, were either too drunk, or simply not considerate enough to call the police or the hospital.
Perhaps they would have if they'd known what would transpire an hour later.