Aralyn huddled into the shadows of the alleyway, she heard the busy street bustling with traffic. Her eyes scanned the area. Were they gone yet? Have they given up?<br/>"Have you seen her anywhere?" She heard someone yell.<br/>They were close. She needed to move if she wanted any chance to escape.<br/>She sighed pulling her hood down over her eyes. She shoved her hands in her pockets. A tear rolled down her face.<br/>"I'm nothing but a monster in this town..." she muttered as she began to walk, "Maybe I deserve to die."<br/>She walked out of the alley toward the street. She looked at all the cars that whizzed by. For a moment she thought of walking into the street, and wait for a car to hit her. But then she remembered all those times she tried before. She frowned, walking down the sidewalk. A light drizzle began to fall.<br/>She bowed her head down as others walked beside her, she did not want to be recognized. She heard thunder in the distance. If there was one thing Aralyn hated more than being chased, it was thunderstorms.<br/>She shivered, it was getting colder. She looked up briefly and spotted a bar on the next block. It looked sketchy. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go in. Thunder boomed again. Her eyes widened slightly. She pulled her coat tighter, as she walked toward the bar. She could hear the music half a block away. She won't be able to hear the thunder from in there. She entered the bar. She looked around. There was a lot of people, but they all seemed shady. She saw an open seat at the bar and took it. She pulled off her hood, her long black hair swaying out of the coat.<br/>"What can I get for you miss?" A male bartender asked.<br/>"I would like a glass of Absinthe..." She placed her hands on the bar, "If you carry it that is."<br/>He nodded with a wink, "We do."<br/>She rolled her eyes, she did not like this man.<br/>Her drink was placed in front of her. Her hands fiddled with the glass. She looked around some more as she sipped on her drink.