In need of shelter - Shane

She walked down the path. She felt the pain stinging in her chest and had no idea what really was going on. Time seemed to go to fast and yet so slow. She spun around herself as her senses were overloaded from what Kol had done. Anastasia was still healing, but the lack of blood in her system made it harder. Her body trying to fight the heart he had magically attached to her system - it would take time to adjust itself. A sweet young couple was out for a hike, which made Anastasia stop for a second. She didn't want to hurt them, but she was so hungry. She fell over in the need to not jump on them. Sad for them they saw her and walked closer. They sat down right next to her, and all she could hear was the blood being pumped around. She attacked, but didn't kill them. A little control was all she needed and only few seconds after she turned around to vomit the blood up again.
"Fuck," she mumbled at herself with a hand on her chest. At least the blood healed her a little faster up. She got up on her feet again and looked at the people she had attacked. They would be fine. She took their phones and texted a friend the location to pick them up - that there had been an attack. After that she started walking away from the crime scene. As she walked she saw another flashlight, the hunger wasn't brutal anymore so she had no trouble walking closer to the human.
"Hey," she slowly said making attention to herself. It was a risk seeking out a stranger, for what she could know - she could end up right back with Kol - if he could handle more of her chatting personality. "I.. I could use some help," before even reaching him she collapsed - hating not being strong enough to just get right back to the plan. Not that she wanted Reggie to see her like this. She didn't even want to see herself like this.

Outfit

Shane was a writer at heart. At the moment his main income was his blog and travel writing, but he really wanted to be a novelist, so he often went to place that could bring him some inspiration. A place called the never-ending trails, were bound to have an interesting history. He was walking in his own thoughts and didn’t pay much attention to the distant sounds around him.
He flashed his light in front of him, so he wouldn’t trip over something in his way. He moved his lights up on a girl’s face, when she made attention to herself. He quickly removed the light again, when he saw she was covered in blood. He had to guess she was a vampire. He had met a few on them on his travels. He walked closer to her, although he was careful. She might jump him for all he knew. She collapsed before he could get to her. He picked her up from the ground. She was still just a kid. He had to help her, even if she was dangerous for him to be around.
Shane took her back to his small apartment in Gaia. He had placed on her his couch and found some of his clothes she could borrow while he washed her other clothes. She was also welcome to use his shower. Shane had made sure she laid comfortable with a pillow and blanket. He didn’t know if she needed blood or something else, so he was just sitting in his chair. He tried to focus on something else, but it was troublesome when you had a passed-out teenager on your couch. He did manage to write a paragraph for his blog, before he put his computer away and just waited for her to wake up.

Darkness... pain.. Sorrow, was all that felt her head. Seeing them all fall, walking around the pile of bodies. The smoke.. the fire. She wanted to scream so badly. The nightmare that roamed her mind was in the end enough to wake her up. She gasped as she sat up  feeling to fabric of the blanket on her skin. Her doe eyes flaked around her, hoping she was waking up from the nightmare - to at least return to meet her mothers smile or just Reggie making a joke about her passing out - not that vampires needed sleep, but sometimes she would be so focused on a painting or a drawing that she would work on it till she was done - and that meant she didn't care about getting blood for that time. Anastasia coughed a little but covered her mouth. It wasn't normal for a vampire to show signs of sickness. Anastasias eyes landed on the humans and she slowly breathed out.
"Thank you," she said carefully. For a second she had been expecting evil, but only because she had been meeting evil under few hours after arriving. "Can I use your shower?" She asked getting up. He waited for him to nod before she went out to the bathroom and locked the door. It was the first time she looked at herself after getting here. The blood all over her face from the feed. The once white top was colored dark red, and she pulled it over her head. She looked at the cut on her chest. At least it only looked like a scar now, which meant she couldn't rip it up by accident. The scar went from the top of the collarbone and down almost to her belly bottom. The flashback made her feel sick, but she got undressed and took a shower. She needed the blood to get cleaned off. Needed to feel clean. After her shower she took on the clothes he had found for her and picked the dirty ones from the floor and put it in the sink to wash the blood out of it. She walked out to the living room again and gave the man a smile. He was kind, he deserved a smile.  
"I can't thank you enough for your help," she said as she sat back down. She still seemed a bit shocked but she covered it up pretty well. Knowing if anyone asked her how she was feeling she would break. But for now she was holding up.