Aria took a deep breath. The wound on her shoulder was painful, but not as bad as it could have been... though the knife that hit her could just as easily have killed her.
She stopped for a moment to look at her shoulder, wrapped in bandages that were still somewhat bloody. She decided now was just as good of a time to change them for some of the cloth from her shirt.
She unwrapped the bandage, and looked at the wound. The blood dripped down onto the floor, and Aria couldn't help but wince. "Not once did I worry when I saw the sight of blood that belonged to someone else... so why am I afraid now?" She asked herself.
It was then that Evie and Ray turned the corner and saw Aria, sitting of the floor, her back against the wall, blood oozing from her shoulder.
Evie floated over to her and sat in her lap, looking intently at the wound. "Why do people mistreat you like this?" She asked. "You're human like they are, aren't you?"
"Well, it's just something I've had to live with ever since I was a kid..." Aria smiled bitterly. "People treat those born from a lower status, more often than not, poorly. Not to mention that I don't appear exactly 'human' to them."
Ray stared at the blood flowing down her shoulder. "Your blood... it smells like honey mixed with oil." To the surprise of everyone, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. As if her blood was something even a vampire wouldn't want to drink.
Aria stared at him. "So my blood is foul?" Aria sighed. "No surprise... I am nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being, if even that, after all." Aria seemed to be repeating things that people have called her in the past, as if she had come to accept it.
The two of them just stared at her, a look of pity in their eyes.