Alcklatia was walking down the dark street, cold and alone. The only sounds she could hear were the distant sounds of traffic. She was alone in the dimly lit streets, her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep warm. She was wearing only a black t-shirt and a thin purple cardigan with a black long skirt. She was feeling the cold 'damn being a human' she thought as she walked trying not to shiver for fear someone may see her weakness. Alcklatia was sad and tried to stop herself from crying, she looked down at the floor forcing back her tears and wiping her black hair out of her face when the wind blew it across her pale skin. "Why do I remember that?" she mumbled to herself. She wanted desperately to go home but she had no home - no longer was she welcome amongst her family or the ones she considered friends.

She couldn't stop herself and a tear fell down her cheek and she leaned against a wall and allowed herself to sob. "What's wrong?" the unexpected voice made her jump and she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. She turned to see an older man with a mop of scruffy orange hair "n-nothing" she quickly said and began to walk off. He flitted to her side "tell me what's wrong, I'm all ears" he said, Alcklatia shook her head and tried to get away from the man. Alcklatia heard other people's voices and tried to ignore them, she began to run as fast as she could but her legs gave in and she fell to her knees on the pavement by an alleyway. She noticed a pair of black shoes and slowly looked up to see a middle aged looking man clad in a purple jacket. Alcklatia gasped and scrambled to her feet, more out of not knowing he was there than being scared. She turned away and looked around hoping that the other man had left her alone "good, he pissed off" she mumbled to herself and began to walk down the street.

She tried not to start crying again but the image was haunting her and soon waterfalls fell from her brown eyes. She rounded a corner and heard feet 'god dammit' she thought. The feet didn't reach her though but instead a thud was heard, she turned to see the man clad in purple attacking the orange haired guy. "I want to help you" the orange haired guy shouted to Alcklatia, she shook her head but found herself unable to move to run away 'dammit I'm in shock' she mentally scolded herself. "n-no" she said. Alcklatia stared at the two as they fought, she tried to study their faces - especially the one of the man in purple - she felt she had seen them both somewhere before. She began to stare blankly at them glad the haunting image was fading. "Hold your breath" the orange haired guy said as he ran to her, he grabbed her around her waist and flitted off. He let her go, she stared at him "where the Hell have you taken me!" she almost barked.

"You are safe here" he said "at least you are away from Murlough", Alcklatia gave him a confused look "who the bloody Hell is Murlough?" She questioned. "The guy you saw in the purple jacket is Murlough, I am Larten Crepsley" Alcklatia nodded "I'm Alcklatia. Now tell me where I am" she said with authority in her tone of voice. Crepsley looked at her "I honestly don't know the name of this place" he said "but, you're not far from the place you were, probably about 7 blocks away" Alcklatia shook her head. "I appreciate you trying to help me Crepsley but why did you take me here?" "Because it's safer than being in the open especially since Murlough knows of you". Alcklatia raised an eyebrow "why do I need to be careful of Murlough?" she questioned "he's a Vampaneze and that means he's bad news" he replied "and you're not?" Alcklatia remarked.

The door burst open and Murlough came through, guess Crepsley's hiding spot wasn't so good after all, Crepsley pushed Alcklatia to the side and away from Murlough. "I will kill you scum" Murlough growled at Crepsley "scum sounds right" Alcklatia found herself mutter, Murlough glanced at her when he heard her remark. Murlough smiled at Alcklatia who sort of smiled back. Murlough proceeded to attack Crepsley who fought back nearly as strongly. Alcklatia found herself quietly chuckling "a bastard and can't fight what a great guy he is" she mumbled to herself, Crepsley looked to her and she shook her head. "Run!" he shouted to her "run before it's too late!" he added pleading to her at the same time. "Why?" she questioned "you're in danger" he replied as he dodged Murlough's clawed hand.

Someone from behind grabbed Alcklatia causing her to gasp, they wrapped a hand around her mouth and began pulling her away. Alcklatia tried to stop them taking her away by digging her nails into the frame of the door. Crepsley and Murlough both looked to Alcklatia wondering who the Hell was trying to take her. Her nails started to break away from the frame and before either of the men could get her she was dragged off and out of their sight. "You're lucky I've got more important things to do" Murlough growled at Crepsley and flitted in the direction Alcklatia was taken.