Connor couldn't help but glare at his sister. Popular, involved, and everyone liked her. Compared to him, she was higher up on the popularity chart. He'd never been popular at all. She'd kept him a secret. Isolated from people, even.

Gripping his bag as tight as he could, he tried to follow her without making his jealousy notable. However, it was hard when he was glaring at her back.

When they'd finally made their walk home, Cara went straight up to the bathroom to work on her makeup. Connor was stuck sitting on a chair in the living room, agitated. He didn't notice the pure purple substance spreading quickly through his veins, or how his skin had started becoming a light purple.

His ears started to ache as they became more pointed. His fingers became pointed, like claws. He blinked quickly when he thought something got in his eyes, yet they'd just turned from their usual light brown to a rather dark gold color. His teeth had started to hurt, as they had turned into fangs.

As painful as it might've seen, it actually...didn't hurt. Where Connor had been was now a purple demon-shaped creature, with a thirst for revenge. Revenge against Cara. He wanted her to taste her own medicine.

Sneaking up to her room, the now demon barged in, much to Cara's annoyance. "What gives, Connor?" she asked, annoyed as she glared. "What's with the costume?"

"You've messed with my life too much," the demon snarled, saliva dripping down his chin. "Now, you must pay the price."

"I've messed with your life? Oh please, you're the one dragging me down," Cara retorted, rolling her eyes. 

Demon Connor growled, heading over to his sister's bed. "I think you've got the order switched around." He raised his clawed hand, ready to strike.

"Um...C-Connor...you can stop now...this joke isn't funny anymore," Cara responded, rather hesitantly. 

"It's not a game," Connor revealed his fangs before attacking the human.