She had made some unwise decisions in life, and in truth , this was not one of the worst. She had returned, for reasons unbeknownst to her, and she tended not to ask questions. A second chance was one she would not take lightly, and was doing her best to be discrete. She did not intend on having her heart ripped from her chest, not again. She had taken herself into the downpour of rain, welcoming the coolness on her skin. She was struggling with the transition, keeping her magic being one benefit, but the blood lust being almost uncontrollable.
A crash of thunder, a strike of lightening - Genevieve dashed beneath a shelter, huffing as she reluctantly knocked against the door. She knew she needed shelter, even for a short time. She folded her arms across her chest, watching as a male came into view.
"I did not mean to disturb but -- as you can tell, weather is defeating me, and I wondered if I could use your phone."