Nehmahati had watched him so carefully as he had moved towards her.  The anticipation was blatent upon her face, because she hid nothing from her Kalab.  She wanted him to know she wanted this, to be with him.  As he kneeled beside her and spoke, she simply shook her head.  She did not fear the pain, nor did she feel he had to apologize for it.  If there was pain, it would be worth it for what was to come.  Her body shuddered slightly at his touch on her waist, reminding her of other wants that dwelled below her excitement.<br/><br/>When he leaned in towards her neck, she closed her eyes, tilting her head back a little to provide clearer access.  And then she felt the first sign of pain, a quick puncture that allowed a small sound to escape her lips, but then...it was quickly forgotten with that rush of pleasure that washed over her.  This feeling though was slightly familiar, though it was different feeling it through the senses of a human.  They had fed upon each other before, when she was alive in her original body.  It hadn't been the feeding part of the process that she had been curious about, but rather the transition after she recieved his blood.<br/><br/>Her body instinctively reacted, pressing against him as he continued to feed  she could feel the world around her becoming hazy, almost like a dream.  She almost felt she was floating.  Her parents, the priests, they didn't exist to her at the moment, only Kalab did.  And then, everything began to fade, to become darker.  She could feel her own heart slowing, but she was not afraid.  She trusted her Kalab to do what he needed to.<br/><br/>And then everything went black.  The priests saw Kalab reach his hand for the dagger and one of them stepped forward quickly and placed it in his hand.  At first, for a moment, the blood pooled to the surface when Kalab sliced open the flesh on both of their wrists, but as he pressed them together, it seemed contained, as the blood from Kalab's wrists began to push into Nehmahati's veins.  Rorik and Varik had been watching carefully from the sidelines and were manipulating the gravity.<br/><br/>For a few quiet moments, there was silence....but then, the blood made it's first change, bringing her life.  The heartbeat was slow, but it was there.  For a few minutes, her heartbeat slowly began to excell and then the first physical changes began to take place.  It was as if the blood had recongized her soul and remembered what she had about her appearance.  Her body began to lengthen a couple of inches, though it caused her to unconciously make small sounds of pain at the transition.  Then, her skin began to darken to a golden bronze color.  Her hair itself began to lengthen, curling and moving around her body as it took on a life of it's own, resembling the same traits of her parents.  After several moments of transformation, a sharp gasp left her lips as her eyes shot open.  They were still emerald, but they had the keen supernatural glow that spoke of things inhuman.<br/><br/>The transition has been like nothing she had ever experienced.  It had been painful, but exilerating, leaving her at awe.  Her eyes drifted to Kalab and she slowly lifted a hand to cup his face.  "Kalab...."  She whispered softly.  Even still, no one else existed to her, his was the first face she saw and it was the sweetest sight.