[center]As soon as she had the male in her grasp, she was quite pleased that she’d found a new plaything for the moment. She wondered what his next move would be, even though he didn’t stand a chance in the least. She listened to the racing of his heart, knowing his mind must have been racing just as fast. However, Kieran’s movement had caught her attention and she frowned immediately, releasing the male as Kieran ripped through him. Looking down at the body she continued to frown, pocketing her daggar carefully again before crossing her arms, almost a pout upon her lips. 

“Well now, clearly you’re no fun...” Clara murmured, tapping the now dead body with her toe along with a little huff. 

She hadn’t paid much attention to the two deciding to feed either, brushing past them again as she rolled her eyes at the show of affection between them. Again, she couldn’t help but feel that little twinge of jealousy that she brushed off immediately. Who was Ryanair to Kieran? She was already beginning to suspect that he’d been another one whom Kieran sired. And if that was the case, he obviously stayed with that one. What was the difference between them? How was it he had received the treatment that she once deserved?

Clara moved back over to her discarded bags, crouching down to lift them once more. “I’m beginning to learn it’s all business with you, isn’t it?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at Kieran. No matter, there [i]had[/i] to be a moment that she could get the male by himself and then she could be done with the turmoil of emotions that continued to flood her thoughts. Perhaps it was easier when he was gone; all she had to do was brood and plot and plan on how to make him suffer as much as he had made her. Now - well, now things were different, weren’t they? He had a companion who entirely spoiled her plans, and Kieran himself wasn’t making it fun for her either. [/center]