Tacie scowled when Gabriel pushed her away from him, her eyes watching his every move, her ears picking up his so far away footsteps as he went down to the cellar. And as it was, she hadn't really noticed anything different about how she was seeing the world currently, because the fire in her throat was enough to take over everything. She hadn't even been freaked out by her elongated canines as of yet, simply because all that was occupying her mind was the thirst and the dreadful need for crimson liquid.
Unaware that she could hear his footsteps returning before any human ever could, Tacie stopped her pacing of the room and turned to him, spying the bottle in his hand. Any other time and she would have demanded for a glass but that thought didn't even pass through her mind as she snatched it away from him and pressed her pale lips to the top of the glass, gently glugging down the bottle's contents.
And as she did so, the burning subsided a little after a while. Her fangs became their normal size and she felt better... until she realized just what she had become.
With a single tear dribbling miserably from her eye as she continued to drink, Tacie'd never felt so emotionally distraught in all of her life. She'd lost her human life, forever, there was no going back now. She couldn't grow up and get married, have children and just live a normal human life. All that had been snatched away from her in the matter of an hour and she was helpless to do anything about it.
Once Tacie had drained the bottle of liquid, she briefly licked the rest of it from her lips and slumped back down on the bed, her shoulders drooped as she could feel herself slipping into some kind of depression. The substance that Gabriel had given her was not pure blood, which she could now taste in her mouth and although the burning had been numbed she could still feel it there, waiting to flare up once more when she needed another fix.
And as well as that, there was also the small fact that as she had been drinking, Elizabeth's presence had become stronger, more forceful, as though it was feeding her strength. All of these thoughts mixed together were breaking up the terrified twenty year old as she looked worriedly around the room; everything had taken on an.. edge. She could now see every little detail of the room, smell the musky, damp scent of the place and him.. she could smell his amazing scent too.
But that wasn't enough to take away her anger, or her pain at what she had become.
Looking at Gabriel with such hatred filling her pale green eyes, she never let her voice waver once as she spoke. "Why? Why did you do this to me?"
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