Daria stood under the bright yellow streetlight at the intersection and shivered slightly. She turned her head and surveyed the four roads surrounding her. The poorly lit street showed none of the landmarks she had familiarized herself with in the last week; shrouded in a blanket of darkness the town had taken on a daunting appearance. The realization was slowly dawning on her that she had gotten herself more than a little lost.

"Morgendorffer you ass, why didn't you pay more attention? You can't be that lost this town is miniscule."

She sighed, picked a street and pressed on into the night. A loud noise rattled her as she walked, the sound of a scavenger knocking over a bin in an alley on the far side of the street. Daria froze on the spot as she waited.
A small cat sped across the deserted street. Daria breathed a sigh of relief as she un-tensed and cautiously stepped out from the comforting shadow of the night into the glow of another street light.

Her relief was short lived as she heard the quiet, yet distinct sound of footsteps closing in from the other side of the road, without hesitation or pause Daria quickened her pace. Curiosity got the better of her and she chanced a glance to see her would be assailant.

The street was bare; the only noise came from the droning hum of the transformer on the power pole above her.

Jesus Christ, Morgendorffer get a grip.

She shook her head and turned. The sound of a backfiring car was the last straw. Daria's normally strong nerves had failed her and without a second thought Daria sprinted down the street.

Trent watched the young female run off into the distance, her heavy boots the only sound he could hear. He glanced over at Jane who sat crouched over an unfamiliar male, slouched over on the kerb beside his car. Resisting the primitive urges that curled in the pit of his stomach, he stared ahead as he heard the pop of breaking of skin as Jane plunged her teeth into the man's carotid artery.

"Jane," he growled. "Now." he called as he turned the ignition and brought the car back to life.

Jane scowled at Trent as she stood and dropped the lifeless body on the ground and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve.

"He was going to get her," She stood on the kerb her hand on her hip.

"You remember our oath," He warned sternly.

Jane scoffed as she slumped back into the car. "That's your oath, not mine."

"If we are going to stay here we need to be careful, callous actions like that are going to draw attention to us, attention we don't need. Remember what happened last time?"

"That was years ago." she replied quietly.

"Hmmm. Now are you sure that was the right guy, the one from your vision?"

"I think so, maybe we should give her a lift just in case?"

"Just as long as your blood lust has been quenched for the time been."

Daria slowed her pace to a brisk walk after a mile; her body still shook with adrenaline and her breath fogged in front of her in thick gasps. She felt the warming glow of the head lights of an approaching car, long before she heard the rattle of the engine as it glided to a halt beside her. She cautioned a glance to examine the occupants.

"Trent, Jane? What are you doing here?" Daria stopped and turned to the car.

"On our way home, we recognised you, thought you may need a lift. You look a little lost," He smiled as Jane opened the passenger door and slid over.

Daria stood defiantly on the footpath and set a steely gaze on them, "Were you following me?"

Trent suppressed a laugh with a cough and smiled back "Would that be a problem?"

Daria stopped herself from speaking and gazed down the street, she really was lost, unable to keep track of where she was after running. She walked to the passenger door and slid into the car.

"You know you shouldn't be walking around at night by yourself," Trent broke the silence between them, keeping his eyes on the road in front.

"I can look after myself,"

"Hmm," Jane replied as she turned and cocked an eyebrow toward Daria.

The rest of the drive home had been steeped in an uncomfortable silence, Daria could sense the a thick tension between the two Lane siblings and coupled with her startled emotional state from earlier she was glad when the car pulled up outside her house.

"Thanks," Daria muttered as she quickly exited the car.

"Daria," Jane called out after her.

Trent sent a warning scowl at his sister as Daria turned and stepped tentatively toward the car.

"You want to hang out tomorrow at my place?"

Daria turned her head back to her house as the porch light flickered on and the silhouette of her mother passed by the large bay window.

"Ah, sure." She replied hesitantly.

"Cool I'll call you?"

"Nah, I'll meet you there, between my mother and Quinn you'll never get through... I'll see you then. Thanks again for the ride." Daria's voice had steadied once again as she finished and turned back toward her house.

Trent glared at Jane as he shook his head "I hope you know what you're doing. I don’t want a repeater of last time."