That next morning they decided to set out before the sun started to rise. The morning breeze was cold but Kyra took the chance to enjoy the time to not wear her hood. She looked up at the moon, knowing soon the sun would take its place.
A pain shot through her chest. Kyra crouched over, the pain climbing up to her head. Her mind began to throb uncontrollably.
"We should have a few more hours until day light then we will stop and rest." When Kyra didn't answer Brynjolf turned. "Kyra!"
He rushed to the ground, running back towards her. He called out to her again as his hands wrapped around her. Carefully, he pulled down and helped her settle to the floor. He cupped her face, feeling her tremble under his touch.
"Kyra look at me."
Her hands stayed clenched around her head. He called out to her again, this time making her look up at him. His body stilled at the sight of her. She opened her eyes, her golden eyes slowly fading to red. Her body's trembling worsened, her mouth parted slightly, showing off her the small fangs. He brushed back her bangs, touching his forehead to her's.
"It's okay. Deep breaths."
Her breathing was raspy. Suddenly she shoved him away, hiding behind a tree. Brynjolf grunted from the impact but pushed it aside. He slowly got to his feet as quietly as possible. It felt as if he were dealing with a deer who was going to take off any moment.
"Kyra, talk to me." He urged as he took a step closer.
"Don't come near me." The pain was clear in her voice. "Please, don't."
He took another step. "What's wrong? I can't help if you don't tell me."
Finally he made it to the tree, but didn't dare to step around. Instead he stayed on the opposite side of her. He could see her hand as she gripped the tree. He gently reached out. She had attempted to rip her hand away but he held tight. So her eyes were turning red the day before. He hadn't just imagined it.
"I'm here Kyra, you're okay. Just step around the tree, come back to me."
Brynjolf's heart pounded against his chest as he waited. One breath, two breathes, three. Then she emerged from the other side. Brynjolf barely had the chance to recover as she collided with him, hugging him tight. He kissed the top of her head, holding her close. He could feel her tears dampen his clothing
"Bryn, I'm scared."
He starred up at the moon. Never had he seen her cry before. He could only imagine what fear was coursing through her veins. Gods knew he could feel his own fear. There had to be a clue at the cabin, there had to be. If not, he wasn't sure if he could ever cure her.
"We will get you back to normal."
Somehow. Someway.
POV Switch
Kyra hadn't understood what she was feeling at the time. It seemed like a monster was roaring within her, begging her to listen. She was sure that she would collapse when Brynjolf had helped her off the horse. It was then, the feeling and sight of his bare skin sent her blood rushing.
Blood. She wanted blood.
She shoved him off, taking refuge behind a near by tree. She had been able to smell everything. The musky smell from staying down in the ratways, the scent of the forest and his leathers. It was ripe in her nose and it had overcome her. The warmth of his skin as he grabbed her hand sent a pulse through her veins. She wanted to reject it, throw it as far as she could. Yet it seemed to be the only thing that kept her grounded. Finally she caved in, colliding and drowning in his warmth as she fought for control. Brynjolf urged that they would get her back to normal in the back of her head she doubted his words. So instead she prepared herself to be ready for the plan that was forming in her head. She could only hope that he'd forgive her when the time came.