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Vanessa rolled her eyes as she saw Beck's response, warning her to stay inside.
[i]Too late for that[/i], the vampire thought to herself grimly, ears attuned to any movement close to her.
The ravenette walked down the street with a pace slow enough to seem normal but still hide her limp. Looking back, she saw the familiar figure of the man round the corner of the building to the street she was on. Shit.
Grinding her teeth, Nessa took a deep breath and kept walking, attempting to act as normal as possible. Quickening her pace just a little, Nessa tried to think of a way to avoid her supposed chaser.
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Aava held still in Evren's arms, head pressed against the taller man's chest as arms circled her. Somehow Aava thought it should've been alarming to be restrained so, but it only felt... Comforting. Distant, like a memory. It felt nice. Warm and safe. Even though the näkki stood in the embrace stiff at first, hands on her sides confused as to what she was supposed to do, soon she closed her tired eyes and just basked in the silent comfort.
It wasn't to last, however.
The shadow man was there, and Evren was shouting. Angry.
Aava observed, ever so confused, as the two men fought with their words. Fought about... Her?
Aava didn't understand all that was said, but the tone of the words was very clear. Shadow man who Evren had told her was a friend... He was the one who had trapped her. Or rather, he was the one who had known about this place, knew and did nothing.
Aava stood silent as the men's voices grew loud then gentle, then loud again. Her fist was clenched closed and then open, grasping air, trembling.
[i]Wrath. Anger. Betrayal.[/i] Trapped in a sick collector's shelf like a display piece for centuries, in a jar too small to move, to think.
It was all [i]his[/i] fault.

When Evren finally turned his attention back to Aava, gently prompting they leave this place, Aava didn't even look at him. Her icy eyes were fixed to the other man, her expression unreadable.
A tremble travelled across the room, like the surface of a lake being disturbed. Aava's nostrils flared, her large eyes seeming to grow impossibly even larger. Fist curled into a ball, teeth peeking from under a trembling lip.
[color=teal][b]"YOU..."[/b][/color] Aava's voice boomed low, dangerous. The glass jars on the shelves were now visibly trembling almost like someone was moving them unconsciously.
Before anyone could react, there was a popping sound, glass shattering with force. The jar with the eyeballs was broken like a balloon, shards of glass flying around and smelly, water-like liquid pouring out, dancing in the air. Forming a blade of sorts, a thin tentacle that whipped towards Lucifer with force. Aava's breaths grew rugged and shallow, her newly acquired, human-like and soft appearance beginning to wither as water began seeping out of her skin. Cheeks hollowing out again, turning the pretty human girl into a hideous shadow of one.
[color=teal][b]"YOU!!!"[/b][/color] Aava repeated in shout, tears sliding down her bony cheeks as she lunged forward in attack, water dancing around her.