Callie listened as the Coven leader, Aleida spoke. She was use to Aleida's long, often windy speeches, and she played with her charm bracelet as Aleida went on and on. Callie could be doing something more productive, like searching for a shop front, but she pretended to be interested. With Aleida, it was often the wiser coarse. She listened just enough to know what the head witch was going on about, but not enough that she would be utterly board. 

Suddenly, something caught her attention. 

[b]"...We are now answering to the vampire, styling herself the Queen of this city, and with rights, she is beco-"[/b]

[color=fff200]"Woah!"[/color] Callie said suddenly, sitting up straight, and laying her hands on the table in front of her, [color=fff200]"I don't agree with that! There's no way I'm letting a vampire dictate what I can and can't do!"[/color] WHile Callie's magic was more focused on potion making, she did use spells on occassion, and she didn't want to be regulated by what a Vampire thought the Witches should do. 

[b]"Callie, please, its the only safe-"[/b]

[color=fff200]"You mean you're too much of a coward to say no, that we can rule ourselves"[/color] Callie said, angry now, not even knowing where her words were comig from as she rose smoothly, glaring at Aleida,who pursed her lips a moment, as if deep in thought. The black haired woman was quite beautiful, but right then Callie thought she was the ugliest person alive. She shook her head, even as Aleida began to speak again. [b]"Perhaps i over estimated you, Callie. Maybe you aren't a good fit for this Coven"[/b]

For a moment, Callie didn't know what Aleida met, and then all at once she did. Dread filled her heart, and her body when shockingly cold. It was hard to get into a coven, when you were an outsider, and Callie's parents had been apart of the coven, until their death a few months prior. Callie had been apart of the Coven practically since birth, and if her mother had lived even a little bit longer, she would have been the head witch. And then this wouldn't have happened. Callie gritted her teeth, and said, [color=fff200]"Perhaps you're right. I'm so glad my parents aren't here to see how you have messed up their coven"[/color] Callie turned on her heal, walking out slowly as if unworried, as if she had all the time in the world, onto the busy street of the town, walkign out of site of the Coven's meeting house, she stopped, and stood, wondering what the hell she was going to do now. She had lived in that house...she had no money. Swallowing, she realised just what a mess she had gotten herself into. Feelig sick to her stomach, Callie looked about, as if searching for a life line.