As six cars, single file, screeched to a smoking stop a small stocky figure from across the street watched as the six drivers emerged from their multi-coloured vehicles. Watched as they pounded up the rickety steps of a rather worn looking house along the street. Watched as the screen door slammed shut behind them and listened as the pounding, penetrating beat of metallic music penetrated walls.

It was the usual gang after the street races, the same lot of people that partied at the Toretto's place. Loose girls, drunk guys, young blood seeking for entertainment in devoid lives. In lives that had lost so little meaning that they sought for anything to make them feel. Drugs, sex, murder, whatever made them come alive.

Curious eyes watched this all with growing understanding, and no little contempt. But it was more the curiousty that pulled that small figure out from the shadows, it was interest that compelled, intrigue that demanded.

A murmur of surprise started up from those nearby (and still coherent) as the screen door creaked open and slammed shut. Not so much at the noises the door made, but by the shape that entered through it.

A short form, swathed in a dark array of colours ranging from deep chocolate to charcoal black had walked sedately into the entryway of the Toretto house.

It was a girl with white translucent skin that contrasted sharply with the dark tans of the others around her. The initial shock however was the eyes, large half-moon shaped eyes almost oriental looking, set in a pale round face angled sharply by high cheekbones and prominent points of chin, nose, and ears. Dark hair, in natural waves of auburn and brown, poured over shoulders to end nearly waist length. The girl was small, just nearly reaching the height of five feet. Her arms and legs however were portioned in an active body, a physical one made for motion. The overall appearance was a conflicting one, at first sight the girl appeared to be young. Quite young, in the later half of her teens. But on a moments consideration the age estimate soared higher, until it became almost impossible to guess age without becoming entirely disoriented.

A small smile, as if a remnant of some past amusement, curved full lips upwards and a round angled face tilted sideways in an almost questioning pose. The heavy beats of metal stopped abruptly as a pierced and tattooed man in the back looked up from the electric guitar he'd been fondling.

A large man, in his mid-twenties with a shaved head and stoic expression stepped forward out of the tangle of bodies, some still unconsciously gyrating to non-apparent music. A raven-headed girl with a dark expression moved out beside him, arms crossed over chest.

The stranger was motionless as the people slowly formed a circle around her. The awkward silence that had set in so suddenly and without any predictability was broken by a rough snort from someone to the right of the girl.

"Who the hell is this?"

There was another silence before the man with the shaved head took a step forward, inches from the girl's face, if a considerable distance higher. All in all his posture was an intimidating one and if the girl had been the type to notice she would have felt inclined to take several steps back, then make dash for it. As it was she wasn't the type to notice and merely blinked twice as the man spoke.

"This party's invite only, kid. Besides, I'd say your over curfew and I doubt you've your homework."

Laughter broke out from all sides at the jab towards the presumed age of the stranger in front of them. It faded off slowly as the girl swung her head, still cocked slightly to one side. Something about the expression, that small smile, made them suddenly doubt their own superiority. Made them doubt anything they'd just confirmed as fact minutes before. The girl's age fluctuated before their very eyes, and it was suddenly impossible to imagine her a teenager, but at the same time it was nearly as difficult to invision her as an adult. Minds still clouded by alcohol and lack of sleep were even more confused when the girl spoke, for the first time.

"Invite only?" She repeated quietly. The silence after her words was predominant and in almost everyone's mind their was a feeling of surprise and almost relief. The girl's voice was entirely unremarkable, a low average pitched voice. The only thing making it noticable being the drawn out traces of an accent that would have been impossible to try an place. By the appearance and the overall impression the girl carried with her they'd been expecting something... different. What they got was oddly reassuring to the few coherent enough to begin to wonder. Though they themselves were still hazy as to what exactly they were suspicious about.

"Invite only... Odd. This group doesn't appear to be so specially picked. In fact, I'd say the standards were rather loose." Shaking her head and suddenly flashing a grin which released the pressure and the strain that had been building up til now, the girl took a step backwards.

"But I wouldn't dream of intruding, in fact, I was just leaving." Still smiling, in a way that made her seem to be laughing inwardly, she nodded her body swaying slightly in what could have been called the beginnings of a bow.

Dominic Toretto opened his mouth but before he could get a word out the screen door slammed once again in the space of five minutes and the quirky little figure was gone. Letty, arms crossed beside him glared darkly at the direction in which their visitor had left. "Freaky bitch." She stated firmly, still frowning.

It took all of several moments before the drug-induced minds of many at the party entirely dismissed the event, erasing it from what was left of their minds. The wailing music of an electric guitar cut through the room and the party continued, this time uninterrupted.

Only a few remembered the incident, and then only because of it's strangeness.