| As Nyla squatted at the edge of the cliff, a tear drop of velvet red blood dripped off her pale white cheek. The arches of her soft tiny feet ached with emotional pain manifested into physical pain. Nyla grabbed her stomach as it twisted and cramped inside. It felt as though her insides were being ripped out and turned into a braid. Nenar, Nyla's boyfriend, could see the hurt within her eyes and noticed the green tint of her veins pulsating in her arms, face, hands and feet. With this sight, he couldn't take it any longer. He picked up his athame and sliced a cut in the palm of his hand. "Drink." He said holding his gash to her once pink but now pale lips. She looked almost too sickly to be living. She could smell the blood on him. The bloody tears blurred her eyesight. With that crisp and indescribable scent of blood, something deep within her awakened. It was like a monster. A beast that had been in hibernation for centuries and had been awaked by the sound of its favorite animal treat scurrying across the floor. Nyla's nostrils flared and her eyes widened causing her bloody tears to pour down her face and mix into Nenar's blood. She opened her lips, which were glued shut by dehydration. The edges of her mouth cracked and ripped some skin. She rose almost effortlessly, her blue eyes studying the gash like a hawk studying it's prey. Nenar was starting to second-guess what he had done. He saw the beastly look in her eyes and could feel the animal instinct within her rushing through her veins. He recoiled a bit but then realized it was only Nyla his love and stiffened his face with determination and loyalty. She looked as though she was in some kind of trance and the look in her eyes seemed glazed over and eerie. Nenar thought see looked somewhat like a panther with her long, straight black hair blowing in the wind over her face. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to turn into Piranha chewing away at his stomach lining. Nyla bent over the wound and tasted the first drop with the tip of her tongue. A rushing sensation of thirst and hunger swept across her body. She felt the warm elixir flowing down her throat and she absorbed every last drop of the energy through the inside of her throat. Her soul seemed to tingle with excitement and bliss. Her pain started to melt away and she felt refreshed and new. The color began to return to her lips and Nenar watched as Nyla's veins seemed to overflow with blood and lust and hunger filled her eyes. Everything that was troubling her, all her anger and pain and sadness was washed away by the warm, enticing, electric taste of Nenar's blood. Her grip tightened on his hand and Nenar whimpered trying to hold back the pain. Just then something snapped within her brain. "No, I can't! I will not hurt thee like this for my own good." Nyla opened her mouth, teeth covered in blood, and pushed Nenar away. "Nyla don't be stupid! Thou must do this and this thee know. Now take it damn thee or feel pain forever! I cannot and I will not watch thee suffer!" Nenar said getting up dusting off his long black hair and white shirt. "How can thou say such things?" Nyla said squinting her eyes at him in pain and surprise. "Come now Nyla, my love, stop fighting it! I have watched thee suffer too long. Now is the time to stop." "But I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to be evil." "Do I look hurt to thee? I am offering myself to thee willingly. Thy hunger will consume thee! Rather thee die than take my willing offer here and now? Now drink I implore thee!" Nenar said grabbing Nyla by the shoulders shaking her. Nyla looked at him uncertain. Then, staring him straight in his deep green eyes, she devoured his blood. It left him weak and helpless, but she was as strong as an ox! She picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder, and walked the long road home through the forest with his long hair swaying side to side on her tiny back. The villagers were surprised to say the least to see Nyla carrying her boyfriend on her petite body with blood all over her flowing white gown, face, hands, his shirt, and his hand. She simply told them he had come in contact with barbarians and in protecting her, got his hand cut and lost a lot of blood. The blood then got over her when she picked him up and she is now taking him home to get some rest. Some believed her�other vampires knew better. That night, while Nenar slept, Nyla opened her journal� "Today, I had my first taste of life�" � 2002 All rights reserved |
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