[center]Clara hadn't gone too far into town, allowing the carriage to drop her off in the middle of its busy streets. She knew Kieran was still far off – she hadn't wanted to make herself known just yet nor look too eager over the whole ordeal. She would soon realize that he was on the move again, and it almost frustrated her that she now understood what that sensation actually was. There was no hiding from it; he was on her mind now more so than ever before and it had gotten under her skin. 

Her gaze mindlessly trailed the townspeople, milling about – purchasing goods from each passing cart; each tiny little store; going along with their short little lives without a care in the world. Oh, if only hers had been that simple. On more than one occasion she found herself wondering what it would have been like. She wondered if she'd just listened to her father and complied, how would her life have been? Sure, it would probably have been silent for the most part, but at least it would have been a secure life, and she would have grown old and happy enough. But of course, she wanted more than that- and lord, did she receive much more. 

Her lips curled into a frown once more as she brushed each person by, occasionally mulling around to eye a piece of jewelry or fabric. She needed something to get this off of her mind  - Since it was still early, she doubted Christian would come looking for her – no, he only grew concerned through the late hours of the night. The nights that she didn’t even bother to come home always sent him in a flurry of worry, and she was always chided the next morning. Lord, she wasn't a child – she was a woman who could come and go as she pleased, and he needed to understand that. 

With a small sigh, Clara continued through the town, trying to ignore that nagging feeling; trying to keep him from her mind at least for a moment. She needed to come up with a plan to isolate him, and yet, she knew nothing more of him other than what she'd learned that first night, long, long ago. Back then, he didn't have that other one following his every move. No; back then, it was just the two of them, she was certain. 

Steps idly carried her throughout the town, almost with boredom. The morning was never as interesting as the night, that was for certain. During the day, the townspeople were simply people, getting through another day in their lives. However, at night time – the real demons came out to play. The ones who roamed the darkness were always the fun playthings, she'd learned. Perhaps that was another reason Christian wanted her in. He knew of her rage, and he knew how she enjoyed taking it out on those who would not be missed come morning. 

The thought alone caused a small smirk to cross her lips as she took careful steps deeper into town, brushing off the pull of Kieran at least momentarily. 
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