Transformation

A mugging,
In the back alley to home,
Blood pours, bones crack,
I'm left alone, and injured,
Last breath is almost here,
What's this? A shadow!
Myst shrouds my vision I can't see this strangers face,
Only her mouth,
With a grin she revealed her fangs,
She was upon me, teeth sinked into my lips,
But what's this? Blood is given not taken!
I feel my bones creak as they snap back,
Cartilage somehow being formed in the snaps,
Wounds sealing into pure white skin,
But,
I feel the color seeping from my face,
My teeth growing, strengthening.
With a look into the dark puddle at my feet,
Before joining my moon spell colored hand with hers,
I had saw what I become,
Die eine der Nacht...