No Limits on Imagination!

so, my drive broke and it had nearly my whole collection of great works i had conjured up from the shadows of my brain.

and over this very hot summer, i wrote(on paper) all my ideas and interesting pieces.

one being this one:

(wait, let me find my notebook first)

now keep in mind that this is still a rough draft

"Go away!" The distorted vioce told Natie, but she looked at Roga in horror. He was doubled over, his back rippling as if there was a snake under his skin, coiling, uncoiling.
His head snapped up and he glared at her, his eyes, tightly drawn in pain, and they flashed a terrifying greenish orange. His snarling mouth had it's vampiric teeth growing, the two incisors elongated steadily to almost the size of a saber-tooth's.
"Natie, run! Get out of here!" His voice came out strangled, a growling underlied his voice, as if a monster was trying to roar its way out.
The thought wiggled its way into her consciousness. She tore her gaze from the monster growing in front of her, and ran out of the door, past the dead large wolf and into the corrider.
Roga's torso pumped up to three times his regular or vampire one, his spine curved, and it popped up out of his smooth back, nerve by nerve, straining against his white skin. His nose grew, creating a snout much like the werewolve's on the floor. His legs turned into thick, muscular hindlegs while his arms into forelegs.
He ran, trying to run through the door, but his still small,human hands resisted, taking hold of the frame, trying to stop the beast, but it roared a goosebump-raising roar through it's fanged mouth, and the frame turned to dust under huge paws the size of basketballs.
The beast that now only had Roga's eyes dropped to all fours, running at a speed that rivaled a cheetah's, catching up with Natie in the high-roofed library.
Natie made the mistake of looking back, and she was paralyzed with her fear.