Patting his arm, Tariana said, "If you insist." She didn't want to face it, but she was going to have to move on Jacob-less. Facing forward, she leaned her head onto Embry's shoulder as they kept walking.

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER.

Thirsty. That's all Tariana's brain told her. It was all she could see, smell, touch, feel, taste. Her throat burned, her eyes were black. Blood. She needed it. Now.
Swiftly and silently, she exited the dorm and prowled down the stairs at full speed, visually nothing more than a blur. She was being sneaky.
Exiting the school, she tore into the night, heading straight for the forest. She had fed on too many animals; the crop of animals for her to drink from in the forest was quickly dwindling down. Surely someone would notice soon; Hagrid was bound to have a fit. But none of that mattered to her as she tackled a deer, quickly draining it of blood. More. She needed more! She attacked an elk, repeating the process. Not many animals were left, other than the magical ones, which she refused to touch.
Just then, she heard the sound of a stampede. What? Several sets of hooves were hitting the ground, heading toward her. Turning around, her violet eyes scanned the forest, landing on a large group of moving mass. Centaurs! They had bows and arrows, and they were heading her way. She laughed insanely. Did they honestly think they could hurt her? She'd kill them all!
It was odd, really; when Jacob left her, Tariana seemed to lose some of her sanity. She had become more animalistic, letting her vampire side take over. She had become heartless, seeking out danger for the fun of it.
As they neared her, she crouched down, teeth bared, nails out, eyes narrowed as she let a loud growl tear from her throat. There was blood on her lips as they came near her. They weren't stopping. And she wouldn't stop until they were all lifeless.