[center][color=00aeef][b]Fayth Morrow[/b][/color][/center]
Wind whisper through leaves and grass. Even particles of dust rolled in the breeze, and Fay could hear it. Panic subsided, drifted like sand in the ocean tides. But still remained, never gone forever. Her senses picked up on everything now. Sensitive to every last detail. The drops of Anton's blood where Kalib took her off to. Buzzing from bugs in the night, even the faint footsteps that came nearer and nearer to her. Fayth clenched her fists tight. Nails digging into her own skin, near the point of drawing blood. Soon she moved into the directions of the footsteps.

Then came the voice. A girl. Not the voice of anyone she was familiar with. Fay continued on until she came face to face with the stranger. It must have been a shock. Her dyed blonde hair with blood in it. Red all over her hands, her cheeks. She stared at Vanessa, looking her over. Letting her scent wash over. Eyes finally went from violet to her human blue. Not violent, not on the verge of insanity. This time around Fay glanced all around herself. Like she was in a daze. Lost in a world where no one could reach her. Until her gaze met Vanessa's.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe. You're not safe. You should go."