Sure I felt sick, but the hunger I felt was too great to ignore. I decided just to wait in the car. It would clear up soon, I was sure. One thing was definite. The primal
hunger within me dictated that I simply had to eat. The cream filled donut faded from my mind as my thoughts fixed more firmly on a roast beef sandwich, a big
one. It wasn't so much the sandwich itself that drew me as the meat it contained. In fact that one thought made me forget my pain for a short while as my mind
visualised the meat. I began to loosen up thinking about the savory meal, and my mouth hung open, drooling. Then, to catch the drool, I licked my lips, only to find
something strange. My tongue passed over my teeth and they seemed somehow incongruent. I ran it across
then again and discovered what it was. My canine teeth were longer than before, more pointed. They were growing even as I felt them. Then another pain in my gut
seized me, and I doubled over, clutching my stomach.
Suddenly I noticed a feeling as if my fingertips were on fire, followed by a feeling like something stabbing my side.
I jerked my hand away, and felt the feeling of blood trickling down my arm from my fingertips. I jerked my head around to look at my hand.
I couldn't have possibly been prepared for what I saw. My fingertips were tipped with sharp claws, about an inch in length each! they were dripping blood from my
side onto my shirt.