Hideaway Strath Bloodsucker

She spoke in all these cryptic terms, a non-answer if there ever was one. Y'act like you know me. I don' have a 'problem'. She muttered, sitting back on scrawny haunches and looking the other over once more.

Envy was not capable of change. She could learn, sure, but she could not change, no matter how she tried to claw her way out of this cocoon, it sought to smother her and it always always had. Something biological prevented such growth. Something innate, rotten as the illegitimate blood that coursed through wretched veins. Feral little devil, ungovernable, even by her own mind.

Same old beast, now held by different hands. This was where change took its shape.

What was she like before? Little more scarred, maybe. Little more attuned to the cracking of ice before she was met with a cold plunge. A little less guilty at the thought of hurting others. What the world made her. I dunno. She gave a lackluster shrug. Before right now, right here, this very second? Her head would tilt to the side. I guess I was hungrier this morning than I am now.

Non-answer. She knew it too, looking all too smug about it.