Nehmahati let a low growl escape her lips, bright emerald hues fierce with anger. She slammed her fist into her wall hard and kicked at her desk, sending miscellanious papers scattering to the floor. She frustratedly wiped at her blood stained face roughly, her eyes shifting over her bedroom. She walked across to her bathroom, leaning in to start the hot water running from the shower head. She was absolutely soaked in blood. She was sure that she had gotten a few odd glances on her way back home.<br/><br/>She shut her eyes tightly. The events of earlier flashing into her mind; another of those vampires had found her. How had they found her? She gritted her teeth and stepped into the shower, slipping off her blood soaked clothes and slipping in under the hot water, blood washed down her pale, almost translucent skin. It stained the water a bright red color as it flowed down the drain. She closed her eyes, standing still for a moment to let the hot water hit her face. She looked down and pulled at the bandage strip that was coiled around her upper left arm. She uncoiled it from her arm and let it drop the the ground. She gazed down at the deep gash in her arm. It was already starting to bleed again.<br/><br/>She grimaced and turned off the shower head and grabbed a towel, quickly drying off and stepping to the counter, taking out her first aid kit. She had quickly learned that it was rather handy thing to stay stocked up on. She took out a cotton ball and the alcohol and soaked the cotton ball, taking it and blotting it against the wound. She grimaced a little at the sting, then took some clean bandages and wrapped it around her upper arm over the wound. She let out a small wary sigh, wrapping the towel around her bust before walking into her bedroom.<br/>She made her way to the window and glanced out into the darkened street, then closed the blinds. She turned and walked into her closet, taking out a black corset, long black bondage skirt that was adorned with chains...and then her corseted black trench coat and heavy black boots. She tossed them unto the bed and undid the towel, letting it slip to the floor and she began to put on her clean clothes.<br/><br/>When she was finished, she turned to the wall that she had set all her weapons down on and she began to slip her blades back on around her body; some hidden in secret places, some in view of everyone. She walked across to her dresser and quickly blow dried her hair, then combed it out, letting it fall down in ebony waves down her back to her waist. She glanced around her room, making a mental check of her weapons and then she turned and slipped out the front door. She locked it behind her and and made her way out into the crisp night air. She paused for a moment, emerald hues shifting over the street and then she headed to the right. She was going to that dark little club where a lot of vampires tended to hang out. She was determined to get some answers and if she could get answers anywhere...that would be the place to do it.