A/N: I don't even... As I say in the summary, this is total randomness. I ahve no idea if this is going to be a one-shot or a multi-chapter, but let's keep it this way for now. Listen to 'Transylvania' to put you in the mood for this...
She ran her small hands through her dress, and glanced nervously at the door. Looking at the window, she checked if there was no one around the big Victorian house. Not that there would normally be anyone near in the middle of the night, specially as it was raining so much, but Leah wanted to be sure.
'Just thirty more minutes... Thirty more minutes and I'll be free...' She was seriously freaking out in that tiny room, the anxiety making her want to throw up. At that point, she was already seeing the white walls of her prison closing her, which made her heart pound claustrophobically against her chest.
In an attempt to calm herself down, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Leah had taken out the curly white wig she hated so much and let her straight blond hair fall freely around her skinny shoulders, and her clothing consisted in a simple blue dress with long sleeves, to protect her skin from the winter air.
Leah paced around the room for some more minutes, nervously biting her lower lip and shaking, until she heard a noise outside. Immediately, she ran out of the room and went downstairs, almost falling down the steps. She opened the front door, trying her best to make as less noise as possible, but being quick, and went through the garden, shivering from the cold winter rain hitting her skinny frame. In spite of the weather conditions and her need to see her lover, she couldn't help but look at her house one last time.
She would never come back.
Taking a deep breath and turning around, she ran as fast as she could.
In the room, only the noise of the rain could be heard, and, laying there forgotten, was Leah's coat.