Rage seethed through Jaguar as he hissed, “Never!” His own sharp nails raking down Cyri’s back. She was smaller than him so he had physical power over her, but her metaphysical power was immense for a newborn. With a roar of fury Jaguar lashed out with his mind and solidly contacted with Cyri’s shielded mind. Growling with frustration Jaguar then bucked his legs onto her stomach and flipped her off of him. Everything was moving so quickly, but he didn’t dare slow down to a.sses the scene. Slipping his whip free from his waist, Jaguar lashed it around Kyrian’s neck and tugged.

With a gasp, Kyrian clawed at the leather wrapped around his neck. Rolling to the ground he desperately tried to get air, but his mouth only opened and closed. Black spots danced in his vision. A buzzing noise filled the air, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one hearing it. The vampire could probably hear the blood frantically trying to flow back to the heart while his brain cried for oxygen.

“Stop, please stop!” Zephyra shrieked. What is happening! I don’t understand, how can things go wrong so quickly!

As he hands became slippery with his own blood, Kyrian finally got a decent thought in his brain. Pull! Grasping the whip with his left hand, Kyrian pulled with all his might, but it wasn’t enough. The blood loss had weakened him and Jaguar had pulled back twice as hard. Falling to the ground again he thought, why am I so weak now? I have always been stronger before…

Something was cold and his body groaned. It wanted to reject it. My heart is beating so fast, my body temperature is rising, and I want to move. All life slowly leaked back into his limbs, Kyrian blinked. Cyri was cradling his head in her arms and lap. “When did you get so cold?” he asked before thinking. When he realized the double meaning, cold as in temperature and cold as in cold hearted, he jerked up. “I didn’t mean that!” he rushed, but his throat was so hoarse. After a brief coughing fit, Kyrian rubbed his palm against his cheek. His pale blue eyes gazing into Cyri’s, which were now scarlet, he asked, “Why…” Why us? Why now? Why am I like this? Why has it happened? Why can’t we go back? Why!  With a groan, Kyrian shifted uncomfortably. His back ached with vengeance. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tawny, tan colored wings. They were dusted with black spots and white under feathering. Kyrian glanced at Cyri for a moment then did an experimental twitch of his shoulder blades. The huge wings twitched in response. Fascinated, Kyrian looked at Cyri again. “Did you see that?” he asked, his voice sounded young again much less jaded than normal.

Zephyra watched them. They are all so strong. I could never be like one of them. Making sure her movements were slow, she approached Jaguar. Nudging him with her booted foot she heard him sigh. Crouching down she whispered, “Get up. This is your chance at leaving.”

“I can’t singing bird.” He said, “If I leave your body will drain your own life’s blood to feed the vampire blood within you. With me around, you feed from my aurora.”

Tentatively, Zephyra laid a hand on Jaguar’s head and moved it so she could see his face. He looks so defeated, she thought. As if he is waiting for Cyri to come back and finish him. “Get up,” she whispered again.

Jaguar chuckled, “I don’t think I have ever heard so many orders directed toward me in one day. Though, I am almost, almost, pleased to hear one from you.” With a quiet grunt, Jaguar sat up. One leg was stretched out while his right knee was bent for his arm to rest on. “What now, singing bird?”

She blinked her obsidian eyes and replied honestly, “I don’t know.” Her hands still wanted to touch him, and she still scented the air for him. Her emotions had drained her to the point where she was physically tired. Glancing back at Kyrian and Cyri, Zephyra sighed. Her weariness evaporating, Zephyra kneeled down in front of Jaguar, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Hugging him close she finally indulged her cravings. Zephyra felt the scratches along his back, breathed in his scent, and curled closer to him.

Where did Silent go, he wondered. Kyrian shifted around so that he was now sat with his legs crossed, he faced Cyri, and with his back to Jaguar and Zephyra. You’re a fool, Zephyra. He is a monster.

What does that make you, Kyrian? Are you a monster now too? She knew the words were harsh, but she couldn’t stop them because she felt the change in her blood. Zephyra knew now that their mother must have been a shifter while their father was a vampire. It is only fate that made us different, playing its sick jokes on us.

OOC: -stares at Siri's last post- finally lol :3 I missed out on a lot. Oh well. not like my charrie can do much anyway. -doesn't want to admit it- Whatever. I just wanted to be part of the rp. xDD

BiC: Trinity had thought that after living so long with vampires that she would have known the extent of their powers and their effects on people. But apparently she didn't. I have only scratched the surface of it all she thought. She knew that vampires were incredibely amazing creatures. They possessed awesome abilities.... But Trinity had only known a couple. She had shivered with something when Jaguar seemed to stare at her, recognizing her. Her master after Cedric had after all shown her to every possible vampire around... Beauty could be a hazard, that was for sure.

Trinity moved closer to a tree, grabbing her left arm with her right hand. Without knowing it, her nails dug into her skin and brought out blood. She looked down. Crimson, fresh blood. She lifted her arm up and licked it. Salty. And vampires thought it was sweet and pleasing to drink. They practically worshiped blood, really. It was beautiful. The sight of the liquid drove them nuts. How strange and different they were. Ah, I hope the vampires don't smell it. They probably weren't. Even if they were, they were more preoccupied with other things. Hopefully.

Everything was happening in a blur. Jaguar, attacking Silent somehow, in a strange manner. She could almost feel it, the power rolling off in waves... Jaguar looked at Kyrian. Trinity felt a sudden change in the air, something happening... Kyrian, falling to the ground... Changing... Trinity dug her nails into her skin deeper. Her face grew paler, her blood turned to ice. Her heart beats were loud, loud enough to be heard by the vampires, she knew. She was, of course, scared. Scared for people she barely knew, scared that her precious freedom, her treasure, would be stolen.  She watched Lyora, pleading with Silent, falling to the ground... You fool, love is not worth it... You'll just get hurt... Trinity realized she was starting to tremble. She watched as Kyrian kissed Cyri softly on the lips. More love, really. And what was going on with Zephyra? Something was wrong...

Trinity abruptly stopped shaking. Wait. Calm yourself. Shaking in a corner will not help. Get a hold of yourself she snapped at herself. They have much more to risk than you do. Her eyes lost the trapped scared look in them. Now... If need be, she would fight. She, after all, knew she could deal with a vampire. She could use her wits, if the time came. Just don't give anything away, and be careful what you think. For now she would have to leave things to Cyri and Kyrian. She knew this and accepted it with a sigh. Having any ability of any sort could be useful in a time like this. Still, she kept her eyes open for something to do.

Trinity, in the mean time, kept her eyes on Jaguar. He had not caused Kyrian to change. No... Neither had he done anything to Zephyra. Strange. Her eyes flashed when she saw the familiar look in Jaguar's eyes that reminded her of Cedric. It angered her greatly.