After Varvenfeld had left Sarye climbed out the window. She didn't want anyone to know she had left the manor but she couldn't be there right now. That place had too much sorrow about what was going on around them. She needed to free herself, she may be over two hundred years but she still looked as though she was 17 and she felt that way too. She had run away and gotten married. "Too young" She mumbled under her breath as she ran through the streets. "Too young to be thrown into a life with him." She scowled back at the manor. There marriage was nothing. Having her made him a better leader and the other vampires seemed to feel as though the leader had to have a wife. She didn't know why but that was the only reason she was there. She knew this. Whenever she was seductive he would succumb to her but it wasn't with any passion, he wasn't longing for her. She could feel that.<br/><br/>She kept walking down the road. "I'll be back by morning." She told herself. She needed an adventure right now. She looked in every alley searching for something going wrong. She didn't find anything. Sarye kept walking and through her hood over her head. All that was visible of her was the black cloak and her pentagram necklace swinging back and forth. She hadn't even been looking where she was going, she was just walking, looking for trouble.