[center]Clara was frustrated – more so than she'd liked to admit. After all of these years there came a level of acceptance over the whole ordeal. She wasn't happy about it, but it had happened and with her sire simply gone out of her life, she had to deal with it. Perhaps her way of dealing with it was comprised of obsessing over her revenge if ever given the opportunity, but now things were different. Things had changed in a way Clara could have never predicted, and she was quite unhappy over it. She had no control at this point, and every time she had come to his aid, she felt far more foolish in more ways than one. Why would she continue to help him when he'd given her nothing in return? All she gained was an eyeful of how much he adored his other fledgling.

Clara continued through the mansion, mindless of where she was going. She nursed her cup of coffee against the front of her shoulder, her other arm crossed around her chest. It was silly to have come here in the first place – what could she have gotten out of it? Clearly there were no opportunities to even get back at him – he was surrounded by friends in his own home – she would be at a disadvantage… 

Her thoughts were interrupted by that familiar tug and she nearly groaned at the sensation. Inwardly she was cursing, reluctant to even follow it even though she understood her steps would eventually lead her to where he was. Her jaw was clenched as she gripped onto the mug tighter, having stopped in the middle of a long hallway for a while. Should she simply ignore it and head back off to her room? There was nothing more for her to do here, and she was too frustrated with Christian to deal with him… Or should she just figure out what he wanted and be done with it?

Glaring down the hallway, Clara had eventually turned on her heel and headed where that pull would lead her. She slowly had come across the large room with the pool – the smell of chlorine filling her senses. With that familiar glare, her eyes fell on Kieran, but she did not move once she stepped inside the room. 

"…What the hell do you want?"  [/center]
 [@Arista]