[center] A week had gone by -- an entire week since that horrible little battle. Clara had stayed clear of Kieran and his home, knowing it might have given off the wrong idea if she continued to show up out of the blue. Christian had become suspicious of the whole ordeal as well, but he did not press her further. If she was in a calm mood - he would absolutely take it over her awful moods that seemed to occur more often than not. She’d been content - but she wasn’t entirely happy. Honestly, what could she have expected? Kieran did not come looking for her either through the entire week. She knew he was still around - that she could tell, but he seemed quite happy to just leave her alone just the same. 

She’d been lying in bed that night, mulling through one of the many books that had been purchased when Christian had taken her into town the week prior. It was another night that would bring her no sleep. She couldn’t get comfortable - she couldn’t relax. Something had been bothering her more than usual, and the fact that she still heard Christian rummaging downstairs told her he must have felt it too. 

It didn’t take long before the scent of smoke sifted through the estate. 

Christian was the first to come upstairs just as Clara moved towards her window, pushing the curtains aside to see the yellow and orange glow enveloping the town. She’d heard the screams and seen the townspeople running -- their estate had been on the far edges of the town, not yet touched.  She swallowed hard for a moment, unsure of what to do - Christian would want to flee, but she’d all the sudden felt the urge to go back to her sire. 

She stayed rooted where she was, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat as Christian barged in her room. “Clara - we have to go!” He suddenly barked at her and she looked over her shoulder quickly at him. 

“I know where to go.” The girl suddenly spoke and Christian blinked, expecting her to follow him at first. She’d quickly grabbed her coat that had been draped over her chair and he followed suit - grabbing his on the way out. Hopefully the estate would make it through the night... 

Clara was quick on her feet, making sure to stay on the outskirts of the town - brushing past the humans that had been shouting and running and altogether had been in her way. Christian did not question her at first -- this had been her home town - she’d probably been more familiar with it than he was. 

The scent on the air, laced with burning wood, had been strong. Christian had noticed it before she had and he growled in response. “Damnit...” Fucking wolves -- always running about and causing a goddamn mess. “Clara be careful - they must still be around --” He warned, just as Clara had given a moment of pause when they’d approached Kieran’s home -- already up in flames. She’d swallowed hard for a moment before she looked around, but Christian had pulled her from her thoughts as he suddenly shoved her away, also knocking another figure out of the way. 

“Clara, we have to [i]go[/i]!” He hissed at her, and she only turned and took off again, this time following that familiar pull. She would probably have to explain herself if they caught up to each other -- Christian would no doubt have some questions.

WIthin moments she’d seen them, however, children in tow. “What the hell!” Clara hissed as they approached and Christian remained on alert, eyeing their surroundings carefully. Who were these people... “Does trouble come [i]looking[/i] for you people?” Clara bit out again. [/center][@Arista]