#violence-itself

[ OTL I’m sorry I’ll reply to this after school, my mom’s running me to the fabric store. ]

     Mavis walked around silently, having no idea where she was. There were humans everywhere, but none of them seemed to come after her with knives or anything to harm her. Did she look like a normal girl to them perhaps? Or had they seen someone like her before? She continued to move around silently, trying to figure out where she was now. She didn't quite understand what people said around her because she was English, not.. wabbablahish. Well, that's what she called what they spoke for now until she found out. She had ran away from home, too eager to see the world to stay in the hotel with her dad, now she kinda regretted it.. People stared at her. Guys looking like they were her age stared, all of them seeming to wear the same color of something which made Mavis frown. 

     She had black hair, big blue eyes and pale skin. Her lips were black as well, behind them she was covering her sharp vampire teeth. She didn't have a problem with people seeing them, but she also knew they could freak out of it, which she didn't want to.. She wanted to have friends that accepted her. Mavis also had a pair of faint black gloves and a long shirt. Then a pair of red and black stockings with red converses. Now she was walking silently, sighing as she looked up at another sign. It was the same one she had passed two hours ago..

     She let out a frustrated sigh and sat down on a nearby bench, not liking the stares from the gangs around her. It made her feel quite.. Uncomfortable.. Pulling her legs up to her and wrapping her arms around them, she rested her chin on her knees.      'I should have listened to dad,' she mumbled quietly to herself.