Testing (Part 1)

I don't know how long I've been in here, but I'm hungry. my stomach is constantly in pain, when I smell someone near me my teeth start chattering and my fangs are beared.

a dark figure enters the room "Van Marrow?" the figure asks in a stern voice "yes" I say softly, struggling to mantain consciousness "how many people did you kill"

"four"

"and why did you kill them"

"I don't remember"

"yes you do"

"I think I was hungry"

"how long ago did this take place"

"about three years" I'm starting to tear up

"why should you place your life above those you have taken"

"I didn't mean to"

"why did you come here"

"I wanted to join the Teen Titans... I wanted to redeem myself" I sense the figure looking at me

"okay... on a single condition"

"What?"

"you will sit with me for 24 hours and if you lose control of yourself for even a second, you will be tried for manslaughter"

after 12 hours my mind feels warped I'm digging my newly formed claws into my arms.

14 hours and I'm banging my head against the wall, my mind wanting to slip away.

20 hours and I'm saying every word I could think of in alphabeticle order the man near me seeming all the more tantalizing to sink my fangs into.

after 23 hours and 58 minutes I start felling a bit of relief until I hear the dark figure pull something from his side with a mettalic scent and stab himself. I turn hardly stopping myself from running towards him, my fangs grew and I started salivating. I stare at him for what seems like forever and he finnaly starts to speak

"you passed" he throws me a bloodbag and exits the room.