Tabitha left the bar, heading toward the fringe of the mosh pit, wanting to be closer to the chaos. As she got closer, she noticed one pitter was decidedly different from the rest. One of them was a younger looking woman, eagerly joining in the fray. She watched, fascinated as the woman gave as good as she got, but generally ended up on the losing end of any collisions, being slammed violently back into the crowd every few seconds. She was quite beautiful, Tabitha noticed. She stood no more than five feet tall, and couldn't have been over 100 pounds by Tabitha's reckoning. She had shoulder length, fire red hair which made her pale complexion seem even moreso by contrast. "Yes," Tabitha thought to herself, "She'll make a fine candidate."
She pushed her way to the edge of the ring, discreetly sliding one of the hypodermics out of her purse, cupping it in her right hand. It wasn't long before the girl was bounced right at her, and Tabitha let the needle sink its way into her flesh, emptying the contents into the girl's body. The girl paused for a moment, having felt the needle, and stared at Tabitha. "What the..." she began to ask her, and suddenly the formula began to do its work.
The redhead turned away, heading back into the pit; noone seemed to have noticed the slight change in her demeanor yet. Her posture had acquired a slight slump to it as she stalked to the middle of the pit, slamming back against the men with incredible force, sending them flying backwards. She fell to her knees, letting out a scream of feral passion, confused about what was happening to her.
The band played on, oblivious to what was happening only feet from the stage, but the pitters had begun to back away, knowing something was amiss. Tabitha was keeping her distance, but was making sure to stay in view of the action. The girl had torn her tshirt off, every muscle in her torso now visible, every inch of her flesh twitching madly. Her body began to acquire a thickness to it as muscle tissue began to amass, and soon her bra fell away from the force of her changing physique.
People were now beginning to press forward, wanting to see what was going on, and the band had stopped playing. Visions of recent night club disasters presumably were running through their minds as the girl writhed on the floor, changing into something most would not have believed to be real, and the few that would believe in such things would only have dreamed of them in nightmares.
A man ran into the remnants of the pit, thinking somehow he could aid the young woman, not knowing fully what was happening to her. As he knelt down beside her, she lashed out, biting deeply into his offered hand, drawing blood instantly with her now razor-sharp teeth. She tore at her jeans with her newly-formed talons, shredding them, revealing bulging, muscular legs covered in more fur. A tail forced its way from her backside now, and her beautiful face pushed forward into a muzzle.
People began to ran as she let out a howl; no matter how disbelieving they were, they recognized danger. Tabitha wasn't exactly sure what to do, though she was being swept up in the crowd and their run for the door.