"You don't know me. You don't know who I am or what I want. You don't know what I've done."

How weird it is to feel her nails dig into something she can barely see. To see them not find the flesh that should be right there. What does she want? This stupid magic crap out of her way, maybe then she'll know what else she wants, if the taste of blood will make her hate herself or want more or both.