Seveline continued on her way back to the barn, hoping Blane hadn't run off yet. She wanted to thank him and make sure he was aright.... she was actually very worried for him. Before she would have just thought 'oh he'll be fine. With that always cocky attitude of his, he'll survive.' But Now, after he had rescued her... he'd fought off the danger she hadn't been able to escape from and aided her, healed her when she was so badly injured. She couldn't just ignore him and leave him alone after that. She owed him a lot for saving her life.<br/><br/>After finally getting back to the barn, she looked up towards the loft as she heard movement and whining. "Blane?" She called softly, climbing up the ladder. She had a very worried look in her eyes; he sounded like he was in pain, like he was hurt badly. Seveline hurried to his side, gently kneeling beside him. "Are you okay?" She asked frantically, her eyes searching his for any sign of what might have happened. "Please be okay, please be okay." She was softly pleading under her breath terrified for the poor boy; ever since last night she'd started to think of Blane as less of a flirt like he had been before... more of her knight in shining armor now. She didn't want him to be hurt like this, and it scared her that she didn't know what was wrong.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>On the edge of the forest there was a shape laid out on the grass. A girl, surely no older than 16, laid passed out in the shade, specks of sunlight falling on her form. Her dark brown hair fanned out around her, cloaking her a bit and hiding her face a little. Her skin was slightly tanned, though pale as if she was already dead; but her shallow breathing said otherwise. A battered violin case laid beside her. The old, rough covering of it was scratched and torn, as if someone had thrown it into a raging tide and let it be smashed against the sharp rocks of the shore. However, if someone thought to look inside of the mangled case, they would find in it a violin. The wood of it was flawless as could be, as it was very well-kept and cherished by the girl.<br/><br/>Lucretia shifted slightly, though was much too weak to move from where she lay. Her strength had been sapped away from her, as though she loved the sunlight for her it caused her to end up like this... ever since last night anyways. Puncture wounds marked her throat,and many other sets remained out of sight. Her arms were covered in such bite marks, as was her collarbone. The marks had long since healed over, so she had stopped bleeding long before. Bits of her memories from the attack the night before flashed in her mind. A shadowy stranger, the glint of fangs in the moonlight, a terrified scream from her as she had been bitten over and over, the pain of the bites burning through her. She had done nothing wrong, she hadn't deserved this fate... but she wasn't dead like she had expected. She thought she was to die, to slowly be killed from blood blood, but that wasn't the case. Slowly she had healed, and regained her strength. She had been attacked in the forest, but before she collapsed as she was she had been fine. It was the sunlight that had sapped her strength; though she got lucky that the sunlight didn't make her burst to flames instead.