The Fake Daughter Sent Me To Biological Base

My father's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and the veins on his neck throbbed like enraged serpents.

My mother, on the other hand, crumpled to the ground.

"Help! What's going on? Throw those damned rabbits out right now! Ever since you came back from that accursed place, it's like you've been possessed by evil spirits. Why are you doing such terrifying things?"

I was eerily calm.

I reached up and dug my fingers into the raw, bleeding wound on my neck.

I clawed at it, widening the gash, causing blood to spurt out in thick, viscous streams. Then, with a maniacal grin stretching across my face, I smeared the blood all over the rabbits in my arms.

They squirmed at first, but soon, their tiny tongues darted out, lapping up the blood with a frenzy.

Suddenly, I dropped to my knees, the rabbits scattering around me for a moment before quickly gathering close again.

With my face mere inches from theirs, I extended my tongue.

The rabbits, as if in a trance, mirrored my action, their tiny pink tongues flicking out. We began to lick each other.

My tongue slid over their blood - smeared fur, tasting the coppery liquid that mingled with their natural scent.

Their tongues, in turn, darted across my face, lapping at the blood that dripped from my wound and the smeared streaks on my skin.​

The rabbits, still locked in this macabre embrace, hopped and squirmed around me, their "squeaks" blending with my laughter to create a nightmarish symphony.

Day in and day out, I endured the same cruel fate as the rabbits by my side.

We were both injected with that infernal virus, a concoction designed by Sasha's minions to unlock the latent werewolf powers in a most sadistic way. The agony was unfathomable.

My flesh would fester and decay, and my immune system hung by a thread.

In those darkest, most torturous moments, when the pain was so intense that it seemed the world was ending, the rabbits and I found solace in our own grotesque, primal way. We'd lick each other's oozing, infected wounds, our tongues a desperate attempt to soothe the searing pain.

Before being allowed to return home, they transformed me.

I was groomed to perfection, dozens of specialized scar - healing and restoration injections were administered. These injections rapidly mended my physical wounds.

"Take Alice to the hospital this instant!"

Mathew finally snapped into action.

He scooped me up in his arms.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Sasha stormed into the hospital ward.

"Good Lord! What on earth did the doctor say?"

Her shrill and exaggerated voice instantly shattered the tranquility of the ward.

Her long hair cascaded wildly.

Dressed in a dark floral dress, the flowers on it were not of the usual fresh kind. The hem of the dress was irregularly cut, and as she moved, there was a hint of unruliness. "Squeak! Squeak!" I hugged the baby rabbits in my arms tightly, my eyes wide as saucers, like a mother beast fiercely protecting her cubs, staring intently at her, a low, vigilant growl rumbling from my throat.

It was as if the primal instincts of a werewolf were awakening within me, making me fiercely protective of what was mine.

When Sasha saw this scene, she jumped back exaggeratedly two big steps, almost catapulting herself behind Mathew, her face contorted into an expression of extreme horror.

But in the split second when she turned sideways, the corner of her mouth twitched upward, revealing a fleeting, mocking arc.

Mathew flew into a rage, his eyes bulging with anger.

He turned his head and roared at me harshly, "What the hell is wrong with you! Your injury has nothing to do with Sasha at all. Why are you glaring at her? Can't you let go of that old incident? If you hadn't messed around on your own, would you be in this mess today?"

Mom sighed beside us, her face filled with disappointment.

"Alice, Alice, why are you so muddle-headed? Sasha is such a kind-hearted girl. She always talks about missing you. And here you are, as the older sister, always targeting your younger sister. It's been a year already. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Even if you're sick now, you can't look at Sasha with that fierce look! Turn your head away this instant!"

Dad pulled a long face, like an enraged lion, bellowing at the top of his lungs.

Then he added, "I think you've been hanging out with those shady people outside for too long, which is why you've ended up with your skin festering and looking like a monster."

"I remember now!"

Sasha slapped her forehead so hard that her glasses almost flew off.

"This morning, when I was snooping around in the underground black market for information, I heard those people talking. Apparently, lately, in those seedy places, a lot of people have contracted a shameful sexually transmitted disease. They say the symptoms are terrifying, exactly like what my sister has now. Their bodies are covered in festering sores, and their skin is falling off in chunks. "

She deliberately drawled out her words, her face contorted in a feigned look of horror, but the excitement in her eyes was impossible to hide, as if she were describing something she had long been eagerly anticipating.

"What?"

Mom and Dad were so shocked by Sasha's words that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"The test results are in!" Just then, the doctor walked into the ward with a solemn expression.