It was starting to get cool. The sun had gone down and, upon the coming of the dark, a slight chill had taken to the air. Goosebumps rose on her perfectly porcelain skin and her slender arms came to wrap around herself to get some warmth. The trip had taken much longer than what she had thought and she had not brought a jacket with her. This little trip was not supposed to last this long!<br/><br/>The beautiful blonde huffed as she followed the directions. Genetics had given her more than good looks, they had also given her a sharp memory. Almost every detailed was remembered. Almost. Some things were hazy and she managed to take a few wrong turns. Moira slumped against a building and gave a sigh. This was no good. How was she going to do this? She backtracked to a sign she remembered and took the left instead of the right. That seemed like the right way!<br/><br/>Though, as darkness settled in the city, different type of people were out and about. Much more sinister than the people she had met during the daylight hours. As she rounded the corner that would lead her to the street the medical clinic was on, three young men stepped out in front of her. They were slender, sinewy boys. They had matching bandannas wrapped around their heads and arms and, to her horror, knives in their hands.<br/><br/>"Hey there," one of them said as he played with the blade. He flipped it open and shut with a grace and agility that she had never seen before. "What is a little mouse like you doing walking a lone? Don't ya know its dangerous out here."<br/><br/>A lump rose in her throat and she swallowed it harshly. As innocent as she was, she knew that this was not a good scenario for anyone to be in. Witch or otherwise. "I was just out for a stroll..." she said, trying to walk around the three. The second, taller than the others, grabbed her arm.<br/><br/>"Dressed like that?" he said. "You're sure drawing a lot of attention to yourself. You look like you're trying to sell something. We're a little interested in buying."<br/><br/>"Oh no!" she said. Each second made her voice go higher until it was just a squeak. "I am not trying to sell anything. Now let me go!"<br/><br/>"Let you go? Why would we do that? If you ain't selling that means we don't have to buy..."<br/><br/>Again she struggled against the man's grip but the third swooped in for her other arm and the first grabbed her hair and gave it a good yank.<br/><br/>"You'd be good for the Underground. I bet the boss would go nuts over you're hot piece of ass!"<br/><br/>There were too many to try and cast spells against and, with them holding her, she could not slip between the veils of the physical realm and the ethereal. A lump rose in her throat again.