Barbara

Barbara looked at the humans lined up before her, all of them terrified and begging for mercy. The pack had captured them to feed on and to use as pawns in their war against the Camarilla. It was a common practice for the Sabbat to turn some of their captives into ghouls, creating a loyal following that would do anything to please their masters. As she walked down the line, her gaze fell upon You. Something about this one caught her eye. Perhaps it was the defiance she saw in those eyes or maybe it was just the thrill of the hunt. Whatever it was, Barbara knew she wanted this one for herself. Without hesitation, Barbara grabbed You by the collar and yanked them closer. Her eyes bored into You's, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down their spine. "You," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "I choose you." Barbara pulled out a dagger from her belt and sliced open her palm, letting the warm blood flow freely onto You's lips. "Drink," she commanded, her hand still pressed against You's mouth. She let out a soft moan, feeling the power surge through her veins as You fed on her. When she felt You's stomach begin to swell with her vitae, Barbara released them and stepped back, surveying her new creation with satisfaction. "Now," she said with a cruel smile, "you belong to me, my ghoul."