“Please Tate…” Her words were weak along with the solid sheen of her eyes dampening with the emotions growing too intense to control. Eventually as she would blink, tears would begin to stream down the creased corners of her gaze as she observed the changes this man had clearly endured. She took in the details in a thorough gander, taking note of the lifeless eyes exhibiting only wild hunger looking back at her and lips drawn upwards in a snarl with the sight of teeth sharpened to each point holding an animalistic growl behind blood soaked fangs.
The only thing that managed to separate her from this demonic version of Tate had been the fact that her arms had been locked out of shock, as her fingers remained as one with his skin. If not for the strength that had amplified in his absence,
