[H2]1 Day Later. Early Morning.[/H2]
Her eyes fluttered open, and the ceiling came into view. She could smell a fire burning, and her hearing started to pick up on people talking in the distance. She rolled over onto her side, seeing her sister bed empty. Anna stayed laying down, the images from that night playing in her head over and over. Alphonse's face changing into the disgusting vampiric face, the loss of her air to her lungs, Lucio. Lucio unfortunately wasn't her last thought at the end of the night, it was that Werewolves were real. And she could be one. Her father showed her the room under the shed, built with chains to lock in every limb and prevent a transforming wolf from escaping. He told her about the folklore of Lycanthropy, the myth's that were real - the ones that were fake. Bertol wasn't changed, and neither was he. But the possibility was there. Even for Cassandra. 

Anna sat up, and then walked over to a bowl of water, she assumed her sister put it in there. She washed her face, grabbing a cloth to wipe it dry. Then padded back over to her bed, and sat back down - her eyes focused on the floor.  Anna had stayed inside the day before, having no urge to go visit anyone, even see Lucio. She was still taking everything in, and accepting that her world was changing. Her perspective of the world was changing at least. She walked over to her wardrobe, changing out of her white night slip into a dark green dress, then placed on a leather corset. She let her hair fall down freely, it wasn't curly - but did have a natural wave going on. 

She slipped out the back door, and breathed in the crisp morning air. It sent a shiver through her, she didn't leave her room the day prior. Oh the trauma of feelings, being a human meant she had to feel all this. She took it in, and mangled every possibility of different outcomes for hours - that only seemed to make her more distraught. Unlike the supernatural beings, that now existed in her world - emotions had been dulled down over the redundant years of living. The sound of a door opening caught her attention, it was the front door. Peering around the corner, she saw it was a townsman, had a sickle in his hand leaving. She took a few steps down, and quickly walked up the road, towards the Inn. Anna had mulled over somethings in her head, upon finding out that you yourself are a super natural being, after just being attacked by one, she had a lot of questions. Especially on what Lucio knew about Werewolves. 

"Good mornin' Anna," the familiar voice tinged her ears, Verna was working early this day. She smiled, and walked towards the counter that she was behind. Verna placed her hands on the counter leaning forward, "Looking for someone?" A smirk placed on her slender face.

 Anna smiled thinly, and nodded, "I'm sure you can guess who...have you seen him?" She questioned, lacing her fingers in front of her.