Tracking her down wouldn't be that difficult, seeing as she punched several trees on the way in, it looked like a bull had passed through.

Once she had reached inside the forest, she continued punching trees, making a younger one actually fall to the ground, half broken off. Her hand was pretty cut up, but she didn't seem to notice. She eventually screamed in pain and fell to her knees...but she wasn't in any physical pain.

Thoughts and memories started to plague her. Her father's disapproval, her homeschooling and wanting to be free, being turned, being burned by sunlight for the first time, the feelings of rejection from god, all the hunters who had come after her in her years of running...and slowly her mind created some skewed image where her father was the hunter coming after her. She curled up into a ball, not noticing that little streams of blood were falling from her eyes in stead of tears. "I'm not human anymore?" she asked, as if it was the first time she had been told...her mind was shifting and reverting on her..and she felt her horror come back anew.

 "God help me."