Winter was growing increasingly agitated with the others, especially the way they were loitering around that god forsaken caravan.
"It was vampires, you imbeciles!" She snapped, whirling back towards the group in a rage. Her eyes looking at each of them icily, almost judgmentally. Why did they have to stick around? Why did that boy have to come along? Why was everyone still standing still?!
"There are no bodies. Barely any trace of blood, and yet there was an obvious struggle from the looks of the wreckage. Put two and two together, people! Come on! What creature would both drain every drop of blood AND take hostage any living survivors? A vampire! Don't you get it? It was vampires, probably a group of them." Winter realized she was shouting and from the worried look Lilumae was giving her, she knew she'd need to take a step back.
Inhaling sharply, she leaned back on one leg, trying to contain herself.
"There you have it, mystery solved. Now unless you want to stand here and wait for them to come back, I'd suggest we get a move on." Her voice had lost every trace of emotion now, it seemed blank and rather unlike the normal Winters hot-headed, bitchy self. It was as if admitting out loud that a vampire attack had occurred, had sucked the very life from her as well.
"Miss Winter?" Lilumae looked to Winter with wide and worried eyes.
"Yeah?" She glanced at Lilumae, her face still blank.
"Are you alright?" For a moment, Winter saw in Lilumae the girl she once knew and pain pierced her heart like a knife. She shook her head, pushing the image away. That girl was dead. Dead and buried.
This whole trip was slowly turning into a nightmare of memories. How many years had it been again? Too many to count...
"I'm fine. Thanks." It was odd, hearing Winter thank anyone for anything. Instead of placating the young girls concern, it made her worry more.