[center]It was so odd-- all at once everything seemed to come to a halt and she was left breathless, staring at the scene before her. Her adrenaline was through the roof, still unsure of how she’d gotten caught up in that mess and furthermore conflicted about her real reasons on why she was there to help. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths as she studied the woman who clearly held power over the other new vampires, and she knew it was time to stay quiet. Yet, as Clara studied everything before her, she became suddenly aware of the pain shooting throughout her body. It was almost dizzying all at once, and yet she stayed stiff, unwilling to allow any others to see such weakness. She knew no one there, and therefore trusted no one out of the lot -- let alone Kieran. 

At the thought her head turned towards the male just as he’d stumbled and she frowned in response, unaware that Ryanair had made his way to her side. One hand came up to cover her shoulder, trying to add pressure to stop the bleeding which should have stopped by then. Each wound felt like it was on fire, and she couldn’t will it away. Her jaw clenched, she nearly groaned at the mention of silver. Made sense - nothing was healing as it should, and she knew then it wouldn’t be healing for a while. 

Clara cursed under her breath as everyone began to part and clean up the massacre that was all around them. She took a moment to glance down at herself, frowning at the sight. She must have looked absolutely horrid... She blew a stray strand of curls from her face before she sighed -- not a great decision to wear cream that day, that was for sure. She was practically covered in everyone else’s blood, mixed with her own. Honestly, part of her felt pleased -- at least the others wouldn’t notice her own wounds so quickly. 

As Ryanair spoke, it suddenly stirred her from her thoughts and the haze that had entered her mind throughout all of the pain. What had he asked? She’d been expressionless as he spoke to her before she turned away. It was late - Christian was probably worrying, and hell - if she showed up like this... No, she would have to sneak home somehow. 

“I really should go--” Yet, Clara’s words were cut off by another’s as it felt like all her breath had left her lungs. Didn’t seem like she had much of a choice - and the sudden sensation to follow Kieran had taken over her as Ryanair left her side and Kieran was headed within the house. 

Clara didn’t like it one bit. Even as she reluctantly followed slowly and carefully, she did not trust being in a household of strangers -- let alone Kieran’s house of all places. It was unfamiliar and her guard was up immediately. The moment she could leave, she planned on sneaking away as quick as she could. Who the hell were all of these people?

“God damnit...” Clara nearly groaned under her breath as she trailed far behind the others. Her steps slowly took her inside as the pain continued to fog her brain. Both her shoulder and side had substantial wounds.  This was going to be one hell of a night, and honestly, she needed a hell of a drink after all of this. Saving him - let alone his other pet - a couple of times in a matter of days was exhausting... He owed her the world... [/center][@Arista]