[center]Her steps were slow and calculated, feet dipping in and out of the cool sand carefully as she neared the water. Both sights and sounds were enough to take her immediately back to that night - something she would have like to have avoided and yet she was drawn to it all the same. If Christian had known where she’d wandered off to she knew she’d be in for an earful upon his discovery of her. 

Christian had never approved of her rather unhealthy obsession with finding her sire. He was ‘a lost cause’, as Christian liked to put it. It had been centuries upon centuries that Christian had found her upon the shore, and if that man had truly wanted her again, he would have come back a long time ago. Although, she doubted Christian would even allow it. An elder himself - he frowned upon the abandonment of fledglings, calling it irresponsible and dangerous. He would never approve of whoever had left her that night - his actions far too wreckless for Christian’s taste. Had Clara been truly left alone she would have either died of the upcoming morning, attacked the town out of her new thirst and desperation, or had been killed by anyone in town defending themselves. Not only that, but her careless change had allowed the possibilty of the townspeople discovering the existence of vampires among them. 

No, she doubted Christian would even blink before he allowed her sire anywhere near her.

But then again - that wasn’t his move to make. 

As the cold water suddenly came up around her toes, Clara had been startled from her thoughts momentarily. A long sigh fell from her lips as she crossed her arms to look out along the expanse of neverending ocean before her. No; Christian would not approve of her brooding, let alone her venturing off to where it all had begun. He’d rather her let it go and move on than remain in the past, controlled by her unending anger. 

Hell, what did he know, anyway?

Her frustrations had come to a halt momentarily as she stared out into that ocean - something nagging at the back of her mind; something familiar that she couldn’t quite place. She was quite certain she’d been alone there out on the beach, and none of the drunks had wandered out just yet. Surely Christian hadn’t even been aware of her disappearance either, and yet - it was there, itching and tugging at her and she couldn’t quite fathom just what it was. No; it wasn’t Christian, she was certain - he’d never made her feel so on-edge before. Hell, she’d never quite felt this pull before either...

She remained where she was, brushing the curls out of her face as the wind lifted them around her eyes. Her head tilted so she could glance over her shoulder, peering into the darkness with a skeptical glare. She was on alert, and her anxiety was suddenly heightened, and yet she still did not move. Someone was coming.  And something told her that this wasn’t going to just be a normal night of irritability and aggravation... 

“Who the hell is there?” [/center]