Blood.
W... what?
It has blood.
Blood...
Kill.
Kill it?
Destroy it.
Rend it limb from limb.
Feast on it.
Feed Me.
Feed the Beast.
***
“Ugh... my fucking head...” Ryan groaned quietly as he rose in his haven, glancing at the clock.  Four AM.  Where had the night gone?  He closed his eye, gleaming green and feline from his second frenzy, the other lost in his early days to a red-hot railroad spike, trying to recall the events of the evening.  The events came back in a red haze, but he recalled what had happened in decent detail.  He'd just awoken and had planned to go out on a hunt, when he heard the loud noises of a crash outside.  Someone, drunk, had careened right into a light pole in front of his house.
He'd stepped outside to find out what had happened, worrying it was an attack from a hunter, or worse, the Camarilla.  He'd idolized Xaviar after his father had been burned into Final Death, and when he'd left the Camarilla, Ryan had made it a point of showing clan loyalty.
Not his brightest move.
He'd gone out and seen the car crash in front of his house had been rather brutal.  He'd only passed out of the door and then the scent hit him.  Blood.  Fresh blood.  So much of it.  Then... then he'd started to talk.
There's blood there.
Shut up.  Shut up!
Blood.  It's so delicious... and we're hungry, aren't we?
No!  No, stop it!  You're not there!
I'm always here, Ryan.  We're one in the same.  The man and the Beast.
No.  No, the Beast isn't like you!  The Beast is-
Shut up, Ryan.  I am your Beast.  I am you, and you am I.  I wish we didn't have to do this every time.
Just go away, I have to call the police, if I don't, they'll question me, and then I might-
For the love of Caine just shut the fuck up, Ryan!  I'm taking care of this.
No... no stop it!  STOP!
His breathing had grown short then, as he felt Him start to take over.  He grabbed at his head to try and hold Him back, to try and resist the siren song of the blood.  Blood.  There was just so much of it, it was starting to leak out the door and onto the ground, spreading slowly towards him.
Blood.
W... what?
It has blood.
Blood...
Kill.
Kill it?
Destroy it.
Rend it limb from limb.
Feast on it.
Feed Me.
Feed the Beast.
“Oh fuck.”  He cursed as he stood, then suddenly found himself hunching over, grabbing at his sides.  “No!  No!  I didn't!  NO!”  He yelled out in pain as a hot burning shot through his spine, crying out in a feral growl, reminding him briefly of the change that spawned from his first frenzy.  His vocal chords had shifted and distorted, changing his vocal capabilities to feral growls and roars, which he often let out unconsciously.  The talons from his third frenzy gripped at his side, tearing into his flesh as his fourth transformation began.  His spine pressed out and elongated, feeling flesh and bone contort at the base of his tailbone, which was about to become much more literal.
He let out a loud roar as a slender feline tale sprouted from his body, lined in dark black fur, roughly three feet in length.  As the pain subsided, he was aware of it twitching and flicking idly.
“Son of a... fuck...”  He groaned as he stood up, feeling the new appendage on his body.  “God damn it... hard enough with sunglasses and gloves, but how the fuck am I supposed to hide-”
“RYAN WILLIAMS.  THIS IS THE POLICE.  COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.”
He stopped for a moment as he heard the yells, the bright lights shining into the room he was in.  Panic set in.  No, he couldn't frenzy again.  He couldn't imagine what transformation would take him next.
I can get us out.
Shut up.
Listen, Ryan, they catch you, what happens when the sun comes up?  Or when you take off those damned glasses you always make us wear.  Give me control of our body.
…
Give me one minute.
Ryan turned and ran to his computer, and a small box he kept near it.  He felt a twofold appreciation for the internet community that called themselves “furries” or somesuch nonsense.  They had an air about them that reminded him of the old shamans of native America, who tried to reach their communion with the animals within themselves, just as he tried to reach a communion with the Beast within, although he found much less success.  He had a certain, tentative, almost condescending respect for them.
Second, because it seemed no one liked them, they made wonderful scapegoats.
“Sorry, guys, get ready for a massive P.R. hit...”
He flicked open a folder of erotic furry images, as well as a small folder containing pictures from another subgenre calling itself “guro.”  A few fake parts lying around, a fake tail, contact lenses, ears, and such, set up the perfect excuse for what they were about to see.
They're coming in!  His supernatural hearing went off before the sound of the ram hitting the door resounded through the house.  Ryan braced himself.  He hated not being in control, and while he could stand Frenzy, the giving his body to Him always worried him.
Yes.  Give me control.  I'll save us.
The night went by in a blur.  Using Ryan's body, and the power that surged from the blood, he was able to move faster than the blood bags could follow.  Celerity was a useful skill.  He darted past them, and his hearing heard, for a brief second, the gasp at the small computer's contents before vanishing into the forest.  He ran through the woods, and, finding a small cavern that was sufficiently deep, ran into the furthest reaches of it, using a small subcavern within to hide.  Tonight he would rest.  Tomorrow, he could get Ryan to safety.
He didn't quite know what he was.  He woke up one day and existed.  But Ryan seemed to sit well with calling him the Beast, and it gave him a fun angle to play the boy's paranoia.  The feeding had been fantastic earlier, tearing their bodies limb from limb, reveling in the violence of it all.  Then he too had lost sense of the world, falling into what Ryan must mean whenever he spoke of Frenzy.  He didn't care though.  Why hold back?
Harrisburg.
What?  You're awake?
Go to Harrisburg.  There's a Sabbat strong hold there, I heard.  Follow the route 15 past Dillsburg.  You'll get straight there.
Hmph.  You're not even going to fight me?
Ryan was silent.  The Beast, as Ryan called him, shook his head and growled quietly under his breath.  So, to Harrisburg then, past Dillsburg.  Messiah College was along the way, if he recalled correctly, and surely there'd be a few students there to feed upon.  Tonight, he'd rest.  Tomorrow, he'd feed and run.