Rachel is taking Martika shopping with her friend Wade on Thursday afternoon around approximately 2pm. As they were walking towards a café when they were seen by Brett, Martika’s first fiancée, father of Malikye her son.  He then begins storming in their direction yelling continual verbal abuse aimed directly at Martika as Rachel was his sister. Once he is standing face to face with Martika, he begins pushing her quite hardly showing his martial arts strength. Simultaneously Martika’s stomach growls rather loudly indicating she is hungry as Martika had had no lunch yet as they had not reached that café. Martika had heard all this verbal abuse before like over the phone for example. She had felt his physical ‘punishment’ and none of it was new except some of the verbal abuse that he was screaming towards her direction. The more she was pushed and verbally abused though, the larger her muscles began to grow.

Simultaneously her pupils grew while changing to black in colour with larger red veins visible clearly from any distance. Brett either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice if not both. Martika got a close look her hand when she took them up to a fighting stance and she must have noticed her large talon like nails. Brett obviously didn’t care and continued screaming abuse towards her. At this stage there were several people screaming at Brett to stop and even Martika had joined them by yelling all the positive reasons that she could think of as to why he should stop. Brett didn’t listen as it appeared; He tried to storm towards her once more but there were several pole there trying to protect me pushing Brett backwards.

He began screaming abuse at her surprise surprise, only this time bringing our son verbally into his abuse. Martika couldn’t take that and just stood still like a statue once again. This was when Brett grabbed one of his friends and threw him directly at Martika which she presumed was aimed at scaring her and/or push her back. Martika attacked his throat in the general position the major artery to his brain would be located. She had almost like vampiric fangs by this stage, and easily drank minimally a litre of blood, possibly two from this victim number one. At this particular stage she had four muscly and strong men trying to pull her off this guy, and they pinned her to the ground on her stomach. By now police officers were swarming around us along with paramedics because of her first feed.

She could not believe this, one feed and she had quite a few police officers, paramedics and even journalists waiting around for either a view and/or an explanation. By now, she couldn’t have cared less about all the people standing around waiting for whatever. She was more interested in some clothes that would fit her with her muscles or a feed. Martika was completely mentally lost right then. If hell was going to break lose, she at least wanted Wade. She had known him for years and he spoke her language. She then heard a large group of police officers calling her over. Her vision might not have been the best, but she can see a large needle and it’s almost like she knew that if she went over there, then she was going to be sedated or something else just as drastic. She did what probably what she intended as a scream which had been turned out a very high pitch shriek. This noise had a majority of the people on the ground almost collecting themselves into little or at least as little as they could get balls. Martika had the muscles, the eyes, the craving for human blood and her own very high pitched squeal. She would have felt that her abilities should be on some show on TV or something. She had everybody scared shitless. She felt hungry and once again my stomach began growling.

Then she heard a woman’s voice quite loudly. This woman’s voice told Martika that the army was on its way and that there were some clothes that might fit her to my left behind her. She turned around and saw the clothes and went over and dressed. She chose a black top and a denim jeans. They fit her alright along with a pair of bras and some underwear. She thought it went okay with her muscles though. About 2 meters to her side now, were some medical needles used for taking blood or injecting something. She looked towards the cops and said quite loudly “What’s the deal with the needles? I’m clean now and don’t touch heroin anymore. I’m 3 years plus clean.” Martika yelled towards everyone.

The woman over the loudspeaker replied, “We would just like a sample of your blood please.”  

“Check my recent blood sample I did at Mundaring Medical. You don’t need my blood and if anybody is offering their blood, allow me to take the sample for you. Offers stands anytime.” Was Martika’s smart-arse reply. At the same time as this exchange of words, the army had arrived. Once she saw 3 army officers each stand in one horizontal line facing her, she felt just as low as the ants which quite often get killed. “Wade, Wade, Wade, Wade, Wade, W…” was all I could scream as the three army officers all shot their tranquiliser rifles.