Originally Posted by Violet Eyes

Tariana's throat felt as if someone were shoving a thousand knives down her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to inhale and exhale. She was a knot of nerves, and she was thirsty. So thirsty. All she could think of was the taste of blood running down her throat. Her stomach turned in hunger.
"I should be able to fix it," she murmured. Her lips were dry; she licked them helplessly. "But right now, I seriously need to feed." She rose wobbily from where she had been sitting, her legs feeling like noodles. Her knees buckled but she held herself up. Her back was to Jacob. "Of course I can never be normal. Normal people don't nearly kill people out of anger or crave blood like their lives depend on it." She took off for the nearest exit, sprinting out into the night and into the forest, appearing nothing more than a blur. Once she was in the forest, she stopped and listened, her sharp eyes searching the forest. They landed on a stag. Taking off, she ran to the animal, tackling it and sinking her fangs into its neck. She sucked the animal clean of blood. Much better. Dropping the corpse, she took out her wand and shrunk it, setting it on fire to delete all the evidence. She sat down on the ground, feeling much better.