This...was not happening.

It wasn't possible.

Samantha rocked back and forth on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest as she stared helplessly at the new claws extending from her fingertips. She wasn't sure what else to even call them at this point. They weren't fingernails anymore, that was for sure. She'd had long nails before, but not like this. They were strong...eerily so, as she'd discovered earlier. She'd tripped during one of her lingering dizzy spells and reached out to catch herself on the concrete floor so she wouldn't hit face first. Forgetting about the claws, she'd hit with them first...if they'd been normal fingernails, she'd have snapped them all in an instant. Instead, there'd been a mildly painful scraping noise, then nothing.

Definitely not normal fingernails anymore. There went the theory that a good diet aided nail and hair growth.

Bullshit.

Either way, Samantha hadn't left her room since the changes had occurred. It wasn't like the last time she'd done this...she wasn't depressed...she wasn't waiting to die. To be honest, she was downright pissed off.

However, as far as she knew, she was the only one that this was happening to. Probably something to do with that damn surgery...it was all her uncle's fault! Damn him! If she ever got her hands...and claws...on him again...

She shook off the dark thoughts, realizing that in her fury, she'd nicked her lip on a fang and was bleeding again. She could even smell it, the coppery scent in her nostrils as she moved to wet a washcloth at the sink and dab at it. She didn't question whether she could have done that before or not...too much else to deal with right now.

Anyway, as far as she knew, she was the only one...and she wasn't about to go out and freak everyone else out with her 'condition' if possible. At least, not yet. Not until she knew what it meant and what she planned to do about it first.