Just wanted to say a HUGEEEE thank you to Eviee and Rachel, your support has meant the WORLD to me. And though Uni stole my life. I AM BACK! So hopefully it won't be long until I get this FF finished.

Here's the next installment! And there'll be plenty more to come!

Peace out peeps! xo

Now it was time to move and set the wheels in motion. Striding through the kitchen to where Karkaroff's limp body was tied to a chair, she set down the glass which contained the mans greasy, filthy dna. "Now, open wide," she said in a sing song voice, using her free hand to lift up Karakroff's chin and open his mouth. Pouring the yellowish gluggy substance down his throat, wiping the excess into the too long sleeves she was wearing, Ellouise waited. It only too a few seconds to see a considerable shift in the mans appearance, and soon enough, Ellouise was looking at her own reflection. Mind, it was an unconscious reflection.

"No time to waste," she muttered, picking up the second glass from the floor and taking it to the kitchen. Leaning against the smooth, cold counter, Ellouise examined the maroon liquid. This was going to taste foul. In one swift and very painful motion, she closed her eyes and downed the think bubbly mixture. It was like death, in liquid form. There was something rotten about it, it reminded her of jack-o-lanterns that have been left out for too long, the once sweet taste turned sour and bitter... gagworthy. As if the taste wasn't bad enough, the way it made her feel was even worse. Ellouise squinted at her hands, still waiting for her vision to adjust and correct itself. Bumps and lumps could be felt shimmying along her arm, through her legs, across her chest. It was almost like an internal earthquake. It was tearing down her internal structure and reformatting it into something repulsive and undesirable.