Chase paced, it seemed all she could do these days. Where could she go? Nowhere that was where.. there were vampires downstairs drinking human blood, and she was upstairs, hiding from them. Well not really hiding from THEM, but hiding all the same. The Ministry of Magic had somehow gotten the idea that she was a Death Eater.. CHASE! She couldn't even smack a fly dead.. let alone torture and kill someone. Though sometimes she felt like it. See, the Ministry had killed her family, and then cornered her in her own apartment, almost set fire to the place, and crucio'd her while she was backed into a corner. What kind of low life's did that?!
Chase continued to pace, they had gone to her house and gotten her stuff without incident, she was kind of lucky in the fact that they had attacked her before she was fully unpacked. It seemed that was all she did these days, was move. Now.. she was stuck in the master bedroom upstairs to a blood bank for vampires. Afraid every moment that one of them would smell her and come up to investigate. Possibly turn her into one, the last thing she wanted to do. But.. Chase was also extremely curious. It was night time, and she could hear people moving around downstairs, obviously getting their fill of blood. Which was sort of a good thing, meaning they probably weren't HORRIBLY thirsty, and it also meant they weren't attacking people who didn't deserve to be attacked. So Chase did something she hadn't dared to do yet. She went to the stairs.
Opening the door carefully, she stuck her head out, and crept onto the landing. She was dressed in some short shorts, and a loose black tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, but a few wisps were dangling around her ears and forehead. Slowly creeping to the stairs, she slid first one foot down the stair, then the other, afraid to alert the vampires of her presence. Slowly, very very slowly, she crept until she was in view of the bar, and she stopped there. Out of site, but able to see what was happening.