Prologue
Turning Point
The first thing I could remember was the dryness in my throat. The second thing was a warm and familiar scent that slowly got stronger as time went by. The third thing that caught my attention was a scorching hand reaching for my cheek. It was painfully unbearable. I could hear someone screaming, but couldn't figure out where it came from. The screams sounded agonizing as if the person in question was set on fire. The echoing of the room made them seem even louder. A second hand tried to cup my face, but the wild movements as a reaction to the pain that made its way through my body made it impossible.
"Impossible". That was the word to describe the whole situation. An impossible period of undetermined time filled with unbearable pain. I was still felled like the word wasn't enough to describe it, but my thoughts wouldn't let go.
After what seemed like days, I finally managed to open my eyes, only to be met by grey eyes that were crying rivers. The hurt look in them didn't catch my attention for long; too soon in focused on the veins in the whites of those same eyes. My eyes slowly glided from his eyes to his cheeks where the tears were still running, down past his earlobe and ending on his neck. I could see the pulse, the skin simmered with tears.
Without further delay I turned my body that had been up till this point lying on the ground, to the position of being above him. It surprised me how easy it was to pin him to the ground. I didn't put in that much effort. However the wonder didn't linger. My focus had found its way back to his neck. My throat still dry, I asked myself how the thirst could be clenched. The answer seemed so simple. I wasn't sure if I just saw veins or his artery, but I knew the answer to my quenching stomach. That was enough.
My tong licked the pale neck before I sank the now sharp teeth slowly in the soft flesh. The sweet taste of the red liquid seemed satisfying. The murmurs in the background didn't matter. They couldn't distract me. The soft voice telling me it was okay, did. I could feel my hair being petted by those same scorching hands until they lost their strength.
I took a moment to breathe, only to realize it was unnecessary. It gave me the chance to finally look at the pray; a young man, brown hair and grey eyes that slowly slipped close. As soon as I realized what I had done, my body turned to extreme protest. My stomach clenched tight, making it seem impossible to move or think. The pain seemed worse than before. It was no longer the feeling of burning, but more like knives that were stabbed and pulled in and out of my stomach one by one.
Two strong pairs of hands gripped me tightly and pulled me away from the man beneath me. After throwing out every last bit of blood I seemed to finally calm down. A hand, this time ice-cold, tried to calm me down, by switching the pressure from my forehead to my cheeks and back. The hand was joined by reassuring words of safety and protection, but the words that stuck in my head were clear as day. "There is something wrong with her."