The cold night did nothing to help the scared young lady, who thinks that with the way the people are staring at her, that they already know what she was.
A vampire.
At first, she didn't have any memories or recollection of why she was in that dark alley, but just as she walked around clumsily along the streets that she had no idea its name, or where exactly she was, her memories came back to attack with bad flashbacks of what she had seen.
She was feeling bad for having left that girl to die, after the vampire had drank from her.
No!
She wasn’t dead.
That was what Seraphina told herself to free herself from the guilt of not helping her out. But even if she did try to help her, there's no way anyone would be willing to help her out.
No one will believe the words of a stranger, and clearly no one will be willing to walk into those dark alleys to help out that girl either, who’s also a stranger. So, it wasn’t her fault.
If she hasn’t ran in there in the first place to save her life from
