It was unlike anything she’d ever seen, as she almost clawed at the material of Clark’s suit. Her own childhood home had been burnt to the ground, but she’d watched that from the footpath as everything she knew, every memory had been destroyed. In here, she couldn’t get far enough away. The stampede for the door had thrown her off her feet, ripped away from the hunter, tossed to the side and left confused for a single moment as to where the door was. Confusion was short lived, as something else took over, something words could never begin to explain. Pain, inexplicable and all consuming, the cracks in the floor seemed to almost open up further, the glowing flame the furthest thing from mesmerizing as a scream tore through her that rivaled no other. It flickered at her skin as if trying to attach itself to her, the flesh that once pulled taught across her face, down the slope of her neck, now bubbled beyond recognition. It didn’t end, every nerve ending screamed for the comfort her quick healing usually brought, but it didn’t. Nothing happened, and all she felt was heat, broken skin protested against the smoke in the air, the rising temperature of the room turning her stomach until her head span and she finally shirked away from the flame. Mere moments had ticked by, barely a split second before someone’s arms wrapped around her to tug her from the wreckage of the Gautier Manor.
The screaming never stopped, her voice never became hoarse from the smoke, as the pain that ripped through her never let up. For all she knew, flame still blazed across her skin as they, her and whoever had pulled her out, broke through the smoke to the unforgiving night. Caitlyn’s hands trembled, fingers almost reaching for her own features, still being led to safety until her trembling, a mix of shock and fear pulled her legs out from beneath her bringing her to the ground. She wanted to speak, to call out for someone she knew – anyone. Dawson, Mackenzie.. Wren or Jeremiah.. Someone. But words caught in her throat, choked by her screaming as the excruciating remembrance of fire to skin remained, and all she could do was cast foggy hues around the crowd as EMT’s moved to reach her.
It felt as though she had searched forever in the hopes of finding anyone that she knew while helping those that she could in any shape or form. Screaming --- constant screaming was all Kenzie could hear as even her vampire sight struggled to see through the mess that was now the Gautier manor, as she stumbled over the debris that was moments ago a beautiful ballroom filled with laughter. The screaming continued all around her and somehow through all the chaos, Kenzie seemed to hone in on what she thought was her best friend’s cries. Faster than she should have moved but knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell that people would notice, the tiny brunette suddenly appeared beside Caitlyn, having shoved a few people out of the way as her hands went to move to her friend’s shoulders ----- and then she saw the burns and understood why Cait was screaming and writhing in pain. “Cait..” Kenzie seemed to croak, taken back by what she was now seeing and unable to process it for what it was because what the fuck was happening? “I’m here, Cait. Its me ---- Kenzie.” though attempting to sound as composed as she possibly could, her hands that had reached for the other vampire’s were noticeably shaking as she squeezed as tightly as she could muster; why the fuck wasn’t she healing? “Someone help her!” Kenzie heard herself scream now towards the crowd of people who had gathered. “You’re gonna be alright. Just, squeeze my hands and think of my bad singing, okay? Just ---- think of that.”
