Entering her apartment through the window she had left, her shadows tumble through the window frame cracks. They slide to Arella's sleeping figure in the bedroom, Millicent's physical form taking shape. Hazed blue eyes blink slowly, Mill moving from the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>Standing near the couch, her hands pull to her face, fingertips pressing against closed eyelids. The hunt, was a breakthrough, that she wished to forget; the human begging for his life, set the flurry of her own pleas back into her head.<br/><br/>She did not feed, allowing the human to remain unscathed, far from what this memory did to her. She grinds her teeth, hands cold, trying to rid it of her mind.<br/><br/>The second being, so long ago, that she failed to bring the Council,  she did not fail in, she remembers now. Yet no face, no name, she cannot unlock; she swears under her breath, shaking her head as she moves to sit back on her couch.<br/><br/>The tingling nudges her spine, causing a shiver deep within her body.<br/><br/>She did not fail, she chose not to.