careful steps steered rebekah through foggy woods, those blue eyes set on any resemblance of evidence of such animal attack. had it been her brother? or worst, one of his dogs? albeit the blonde's tempestuous personality, she remained cunning, even after decades in a coffin. yearning for vengeance somewhat diminished the clash of being awakened in modern times, as if anger gave her motive to keep going thought hell itself. " you know, it isn't polite to creep on a lady in the woods... " she felt them coming from a mile away, yet held no fear whatsoever. what could hurt an angry immortal woman, after all? " planning on killing me? "