Du Hast Mich Prologe

Niera’s eyes were blood red as she stalked her pray. Her medium length blonde hair already sticky with his blood, her prays blood, made it all the more strong, her power and her senses. She had no accusation of the fact that she had lost control. His sudden hint of blood had caused her other side, her inhuman side to take over. She had no control as of that moment.

Suddenly spotting him, she grew thirstier. His eyes wide with fear, he could no longer run. Niera’s had cornered him at the sudden ending of the dark ally. The thirst was now unbearable. There had not been the taste of human blood in her mouth for almost 150 years. Now she could smell it, taste it, dripping from her hair, and she wanted more.

Flying forward, she lunged herself at him. Nails digging into his back and teeth in his throat, she began to feed off his blood. He was defenseless. Niera’s strength was one thousand times better than his own. He no longer struggled, for now the pain was too great for him.

She heard someone but did not care for she was to thirsty. It was impossible for her to stop. The taste was stronger than she had ever remembered. Then something caught her by the arm and yanked her backward. This someone was not a human; a human would never have been able to pull her off her pray. No this someone was stronger than she was.

"Nierashy no!" It was a mans voice, "Snap out of it Nierashy! Now!"

Recognizing his voice, Niera's eyes slowly began to return to their normal flowing blue. She knew it was him. She knew he was angry. "Larson?" she acknowledged in almost a whisper, "I'm sorry. He cut himself, there was nothing I could do. I tried to stop the bleeding. It just took complete control."

"Can you manage yourself?" Larson’s voice was harsh.

Niera still barley holding on to herself; was confused, "What?"

His voice even harsher now Larson shook her, "Can you manage yourself?"

"Yes," Niera was struggling to ignore the sell of blood.

Letting go of her, Larson sprinted to the human, "How do you feel?" he asked calmly.

All that escaped the humans mouth was a gasp for air. He held the side of his neck with a bloodied right hand. His eyes were clouded silver and his breathing came in short spurts full of bright red blood. His whole body shook uncontrollably.

"What’s your name? "Larson asked hopefully.

"Teft", He barley whispered before he took his last breath as a human.
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"Nierashy, how many times do I have to tell you? If you can’t manage yourself then don't go out at night. "Larson’s voice was the harshest Niera had ever heard. He was more than angry. He was furious and his copper eyes had turned blood red.

"I was managing myself! That is until he came along!" Niera gestured to the now known Teft lying unconscious on the coffee table. "I tried to help him. His blood just smelled so wonderful, and there was so much of it," her voice broke and she began to cry. Larson held her to his stone cold chest and sighed. This was the first time he had had to deal with Niera. The first time he had had to deal with anyone’s thirst accept his own. It was different now, to help her. He knew her thirst was stronger than his. Now they had a new member to worry about in there small clan of two now made three.

"Larson?" Niera whispered, "Was it to late to get the poison out?"

Larson sighed, "Yes. He couldn’t afford to loose any more blood."

With a sudden force Niera pushed herself away and ran to Teft. She stumbled over herself trying to reach him. There, she leaned over him to stroke his forehead. His eyes shot open at the touch of her ice cold hand. Grabbing her by the throat he sat up. Looking around he saw Larson standing calmly in front of the door that led outside. Teft dropped her. He knew a protective boyfriend when he saw one.

Falling back unintentionally he began to scream. His neck especially burned like fire. Grabbing at it he thrashed and screamed again. Niera removed his hand from his neck. The poison was starting to spread through his vanes. It was beginning to destroy and remodel his cells. The next three or four days were going to be very painful for Teft.