[center] Clara should have known it would have come to an end; she should have known that a simple moment of being carefree just simply wasn't allowed. She couldn't remember a moment after that one night so many centuries back that she'd actually felt [i]alive[/i]. Her attention had only been focused on Ryanair, refusing to think of the ceremony that everyone else had decided to attend; refusing to drift even for a moment to all of the negativity that surrounded not only her, but the entire household. She would not think of the looming darkness that was shrouded over them, poised for another blow when they weren't ready for it – or even the anger that she continued to feel over her entire situation – regardless of apologies and perhaps possibly healing wounds. 

She had been ready to launch another round towards Ryanair, but the sudden appearance of Vox had given her pause. She'd seen the look on Ryanair's face, she'd felt the sudden blanket of dread wrap around her without fully understanding what it was about. Something felt – off, and she couldn't place her finger on it. However, Ryanair's reaction was all she really needed to confirm her thoughts. His bond with Kieran had been far stronger than hers – probably than hers would ever be. 

Something was wrong…

It was a split second later that they were no longer surrounded by snow; no longer blissfully unaware of everything else around them – thrust into the bright light of the room. The smell of copper had been thick on the air and for a quick moment, Clara had been disoriented, her gaze flicking around the room only to pause on Christian who had still lingered in the doorway before her attention had suddenly turned to the problem at hand. 

Something within her stomach had twisted at the sight of it – seeing both Lye and Wolff trying to stitch up the wounds that she'd pulled those silver rods from days before. She thought they had healed -  thought everything was fine… Hell, he was up that morning… They had an entire conversation the night before! 

Clara was trying to grasp the reality of what was happening around her and she swallowed the small lump in her throat, suddenly feeling a sense of urgency that hadn't been there before. "…What the [i]hell[/i] happened?" But even as she spoke, her voice didn't even sound as if it had come from her. Her body was rigid and she hadn't dared to move, her gaze still upon the man that she'd been so certain she hated and had sworn up and down that she wanted dead– now suddenly she was almost desperate to save him yet again. [/center]
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