Being in the hospital was completely infuriating, though, perhaps the very worst part of the experience was knowing that her daughter was in the care of some stranger. Someone that Bellatrix didn’t know what so ever. The albino woman sighed, now finally at home, Millicent safe and sound in her own bed after a few days in the home of that Marie woman. She was nice enough, sure…but…that hadn’t stopped Bell from worrying sick over the well being of her daughter.

The woman was sitting at her dresser, leaning on the smooth wood, face buried in her hands. She had been managing to block out the whole incident, wishing and wishing that she had been imagining it, and she had really just…fallen down some steps or something. Gotten…something shoved through her shoulder. Nothing, really that terrible. An accident. A simple, stupid accident.

It was much, much easier to think of this in terms of it being just an accident. Easier to think that ending up in the hospital had been her fault, not something that had happened by design…for if that really was the case…then why on earth was she living in this city? If there were such mentally unstable weirdos running around stabbing people, why would she continue to subject her daughter, her pride and joy, to this danger?

The woman looked up, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. That was it. This city was really…full of danger. Sure, what happened could have been a fluke, but wasn’t there always news stories about the terrorists running around, destroying parts of the city? Hadn’t those fifty some odd people gone missing a few months ago? This city was bad news, and she was in danger of losing her daughter as every second ticked by. She would be damned if she were to let any sick freak stab a spear through her child, or let her daughter be taken away from home for…god knows how long.

Bellatrix stood, determined. They had to leave the city. They had to move somewhere safer, and leave this stupid place behind them. After all, the city was only filled with better memories anyway, and if they got away, she wouldn’t really have to worry about Garethon working his sick charm and winning her daughter over.

The woman moved to her closet and drew out a suitcase, beginning to throw things into it. They could worry about packing everything later, right now…they just had to get the necessities. Clothes, soap, toothbrushes…
She winced as her arm was moved too quickly for its liking, and gave a soft hiss of pain. Well…at least…she could try and move slower for the sake of her still throbbing injury. As the white haired woman turned to her dresser, intending to throw everything on it into her waiting suitcase, something caught her eye.

It was a powder puff, and it was…well, shining. She thought that it was just…a trick of the light perhaps, that it had some powder stuck to it, and the light in her room was making it look shiny and sparkly…or maybe it was just the medicine that she was on to ease the pain. Perhaps that was it. Or maybe she was just losing her mind completely.

What ever the reason, Bellatrix found her hand reaching for the small soft puff, and clasped it gently, bringing it up to look at a bit more closely. The moment her hand curled around it however, a strange, wonderful warmth enveloped her and her pajamas melted away, turning instead into a set of very elaborate clothes. Light pink and light purple, very fancy…what on earth was this?

Bellatrix looked herself up and down and let out a cry of dismay. What was going on? What had just happened…why was she all dressed up now…with no place to go? There was a small whisper, just a comforting sound, as though someone was trying to tell her something. The whisper was just one word, over and over again.

Caelian.