Annathia Rolannadra is a very... persuasive person to say the least. She is a very beautiful young gal of about fifteen; slim, medium sized rounded breasts, a nice small but plump behind, shimmering white hair that falls to her waist, the pink irises and white skin of an albino, delicate looking limbs, a very open and innocent looking face - put some wings on her and she could easily have passed for an angel - ... at least, it is until she gets hungry. One of her favorite white lacy dress that ends just above the knees and has sleeves that go just passed the elbow often adorns her skin - and is often stained just a little bit red in splatters. The stains have begun to come less frequently now though.
She was the result of both a vampire and a werewolf bite at the same time, before the two started tearing at each other instead of into her. Having angered the werewolf, she started running - right beneath a tree that she always passed at around that time of day. A vampire was hiding in there, waiting for her since she was usually alone when walking and was quite the rare specimen being an albino and all, and so he jumped down and tackled her the same time the werewolf caught up to her. She had always had such bad luck, and she blamed it on the albinism.
Now, usually if you were already a vampire and you were bit by a werewolf, then it wouldn't be able to take hold because the vampire part had already taken command, and vice versa.
On the next full moon though, she 'died' - and transformed into a massive pure black wolf with her irises slightly deepened from their pink to a red despite there being no heartbeat and her human form being quite white. There is always that wolf and vampire side warring with each other; the supernatural healing of a werewolf starting her heart again every once and a while before the vampire side stills it, the werewolf side that says 'don't harm your pack' versus the vampire side that says 'food' when she's with her family, the need for solid meat instead of just blood - and then throwing it up again because the vampire side couldn't handle anything solid, etc. She also needed quite a bit more sustenance then any other werewolf or vampire due to the massive amounts of energy being exerted by either side to dominate her mind and body. Also, since her body no longer changed as years went by, her transformations weren't limited to twelve times a year when the moon invoked a change; they could end up happening anytime her body chemistry changed, such as mood swings, anger, embarrassment, deep sadness, etc. Daylight did nothing to her either, well, nothing besides a bit of an itch.
It drove her quite insane, as you could imagine. She held out against the insanity as long as possible, but it just became too much after her tenth or eleventh feeding and being helpless to do anything against it. It was like having something take over her body and leaving her sitting in her mind, watching as whatever possessed her killed and devoured an innocent person who probably had lives, families, jobs, people that would be ruined by this persons death, and loved ones the innocent could never see again.
People feared her, and people are easily controlled by fear. She did manage to not kill a few people who soon became her 'team' of sorts; they'd do some research for her and find the easiest targets, and she let them live and perhaps did them a favor or two if it wasn't too much trouble. Muttering to herself quite a bit, though nothing intelligible, she usually never spoke to other people but instead growled when she was displeased or upset, howling when she was grieving, tilting her head when confused or contemplating something, or gave the puppy dog eyes when she wanted something. If necessary, she would speak, but it come out thick and halting as though she had to remember how to, and she would often space out when others were talking, but somehow also has retained her logical mind if a bit twisted, and knows how to twist the fear of her into obedience.
No one wanted to mess with her though, and there have been wild stories about a demon wolf who would come and kill you if you went out at night, which wasn't all that far off given her appearance and what she was.
To her, power meant more food, more food meant less of that red hot pang of hunger that almost always gnawed at her, threatening to tear her from the inside out. So, she never tried to hide her insanity, or anything else that would make people fear her. Several different groups of people have tried to take her out, but each one of them only seemed to be a wrinkled husk on the floor after a visit with her.
Bonus;
Feeling quite sick, she stumbled outside and to the car in the driveway. She had forgotten to go to the butchers and ask for a large chuck of fresh raw meat, although the meat itself would go to someone else a bit drained. It was always bad when this happened, as it had nine times before. Fumbling with the keys in the dark, she was aware of red-hot pang growing ever stronger. Finally she managed to get them out and unlock the door, sat in the drivers seat, and started the car. Closing her eyes and leaning back, she bit the inside of her bottom lip to try and distract her from the gnawing hunger clawing at her.
All that did was to have her incisors start lengthening, growing sharper, and start digging into her own flesh while doing nothing to quite the beast. Sighing, she sits up, and turns the key to reverse, and backs out of the driveway - and a loud thump jolted her to a stop. Debating whether or not to go out and see what - or who - it was, because surely if it was a who, she would have to endure just watching as her own fangs slid into the persons neck, or her own canine teeth tearing into flesh of an innocent to that nice juicy meat beneath....She stopped that thought, took a deep breath, and continued in reverse, wincing at the second bump as the front tires went over whatever it was.
Releasing the deep breath in a sigh of relief, she saw that what she had run over was just a garbage bag with trash in it, not a person. Putting the car into drive, she headed in the direction that was the fastest way out of town and away from other people.
Well, of course on that night of all nights there was a couple of kids playing in the park that separated her from the edge of town. Swallowing, she allowed her incisors to bite deeply into her bottom lip and refused to look that way...but her eyes kept drifting back, and her mind idly thinking about how much sweeter the blood of a child would be than that of an old animal before she forbade the thought. Her hands turned the steering wheel slightly, veering towards the kids before she jerked them back.
As she neared, her hunger spiked sharply, and before she knew what was happening, the car was in the lawn and stopped only a few meters from the kids, and they were shrieking and running away - except for one who stood like a deer in the headlights. Her werewolf senses picked up on the scent of the kid, and it was like the first time all over again, except this time it wasn't a decrepit, shady looking old man, it was a child vibrant with life and filled with pure innocence.
She fought back, screaming at herself silently to stop, but she was already moving. Hunched over, her chest was expanding, nails thickening and lengthening into claws, white skin spouting black fur, white hair receding, ears growing pointer and moving upwards, face and limbs crackling as bones rearranged themselves, clothes tearing, canine teeth fighting with vampire incisors for space in her mouth, the vampire part twisting the werewolf into a demon. All the while, she did not break stride but instead grew faster and the small boy of no more than nine finally turned around and started to run after his friends, though it was obvious that he wouldn't outrun her. A little girl about his age turned back and threw a rock, probably hoping to distract her, but it did nothing.
At the end of that night, there were two child carcasses completely drained of blood - a boy and a girl - with a couple of bites taken out of the limbs, and Annathia Rolannadra broken and insane.