Thunder and Lightning

It is a starry night and the colds winds kiss her like ice on hot skin. She wears her mundane ‘out of school’ outfit consisting of blue jeans, a white pair of shoes, and a white sweater. The colors of the clothing, having acquired the knowledge from a certain class in school a while ago, weren’t recommended in these temperatures. Nevertheless, she feels comfortable clad within this ivory attire and doesn’t exactly seemed phased by the gelid atmosphere.
Her attention shifts towards a nearby building. Nostalgia clutches her as her crimson eyes elongate. That particular building had been the changing point of her life- she remembers it clearly, perceives through and to the other side of it like a glass wall. The two men whom had so foolishly thieved her from her home- so foolishly ‘infected’ her.
”Let go of me!” Her voice was with fear, ire, and shock as she had been dragged into the confines of the building, kicking and screaming. One of the men seemed to be rather elegant- bestowing a frame so exquisitely built and slender. His skin is pale and he is of a tall stature. The sable shade of his hair surpasses the borderline of twilight. He nods to the man adjacent to him, seemingly instructing him of what to do. Promptly, the young girl is gagged, not even permitted to speak anymore when her movement was already restrained via thick ropes. They let her go into a room. The pale man bends down kneeling down to her and placing his index finger idly upon her chin. He smiles sickly, revealing his enhanced canines. His long fingernails cause a strange sensation upon the stretch of flesh he is touching on her face. She swings her head back, and then forward in a headbutt motion. The solid canvas of her skull meets his nose, and he staggers back- however, he does not seem to be phased by it. She feels a sting on her neck- accompanied by a pleasurable feeling- and a blunt sensation as she blacks out...Faintly; she hears gunshots, glass shattering, before she wakes up in her Father’s Mercedes. Merely, that is all she can recall...
She shakes her head, pushing her hands into her pockets as she begins down a stray sidewalk of East City.

A yawn or perhaps it is a sigh passes through her lips as another cool breeze sweeps over the terrain. Her hand raises and nets her hair away from her eyes as it flickers instability within the windy atmosphere. She does not appear to confer a purse; however there is some variant of a bag upon her hip. Her mind cannot trace back to recall what she is doing out here at this time of night. She was allowed out for a few more hours; not that it mattered due to the soft spoken vocals of her Father not capable of doing any harm to her. The streets seem very empty, nothing besides obstacles and the street lingering within her attention’s orbit. She feels a vibrating sensation in her left pocket, and this causes her brow to furrow in displeasure. She withdraws from the depths of her pockets a cellphone, which wasn’t exactly hers. It was her Uncle’s; Kyo was entrusted with it for times when she was out without any sort of supervision. If she needed someone to pick her up, she could just use a payphone, thus she fails to realize how utile the mobile device could actually be.
“What do you want, geez...” She flicks open the phone, seeing that it was a text message from a number alien to her knowledge. She disregards it and snakes the phone back into her pocket. The young lady is plagued with a strange sensation of anxiety that seems to swell within her stomach. She disregards the feeling as well. Moonlight shimmers upon her, distinct crimson eyes gazing behind her with the subtle turn of her head. The ivory light of the moon reveals pallid skin, almost a ‘noble’ apparel...