Not only did she have to contend with the dreams and visions for her sanity, but now Brenna was battling her anxiety over the mysterious Kane who she still hadn't heard from. No call. No email. No surprise visits at her hotel. Nothing. All things that made her want to scream for various reasons, the least of them being that she recognized that she was quickly changing into one of those sappy girls she'd always pitied - and hated.
But that wasn't the only change. No, Brenna had found herself lost between extremes. Urges, violent and dark, had been surfacing almost as frequently as the visions now. Things she'd never thought herself capable of. Yes, Brenna was well aware that she could be a bitch, be cruel and mean... but this new thirst for blood terrified her. Her own case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde.
And so, she escaped the four walls she'd trapped herself behind for the last few days and fled to the streets of Athens once more. With no real place in mind, she wandered; letting the city dictate where she would end up. And seeing as her life had been going, the dark-haired woman wasn't surprised to find herself in the heart of Exarchia Square. It was still early enough that she had no fear, but still, she gripped her purse a bit tighter as she made her way through the cafes and shops, pausing only when she came upon the artist.
Looking over his shoulder, Brenna's brow knit when she looked at the piece he was currently laboring on. The image was incomplete, a work in progress, but in the jumble of lines, she recognized something familiar though she was unable to place what exactly it was.
"Quite the masterpiece in the works," she said softly, her brogue lilting with honesty. She'd never been one for pastoral scenes.