If the boy was already losing his mind, it was a shameful day for she wasn't even trying tricks yet. The woman would attempt to push her and find her hand struck stone. The womans body was cold, and strong. Powerful. No mere mortal was going to knock her around. She hissed in the womans direction. Were it not for Darune she would have ripped the girls throat out.<br/><br/>"Get your little lover boy and run while you can precious. You're not going to be alive much longer."<br/><br/>She bared her fangs, unlike Iayda. She had a pounding head ache, and a splitting hunger which was making her act this nippy, and irritated. The boys blood had woken her from a peaceful rest. Something about him called to her. It was not lust, nor love, it was simply a desire for the sweetness of his blood. It was a rare day when Iayda could be called simply by ones life essence.<br/><br/>"Darune.."<br/><br/>She whined cutely, a poute playing on her full lips as she flashed over to him and tugged lightly on his arm.<br/><br/>"I'm hungry."