(Heh...I had a little fun with this, hope it's ok.)
Cera had been listening to the outraged and infuriated voices, as the two men had fought back and forth. This was the type of thing Cera had been trying to escape, but to her dismay she only found it once again. It appeared to be determined to follow her.
She decided to take a shower to ease her thoughts and pain. Cera figured James wouldn't mind, and if he did he seemed somewhat busy at the moment. She turned on the heated water and stepped into the shower, letting the warm beads of water ease her ice-cold body. Cera stood there, staring at the floor, completely absorbed in her own thoughts as always. But one stood out among the rest and she centered her attention onto it. The thought of the hunter and how he had ruthlessly tormented her. She pondered on that for a while as the anger started to rise within her. The aggravation was not fully pointed towards the hunter, but it was for her family and what they had been known for. Torture. Cera had never fully grasped the concept of it when she was mortal, but after having gone through a small portion of it herself, she now completely understood.
The water started to run cold and Cera was briefly snapped back to reality. She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. But her mind quickly meandered back to her previous thoughts. Cera couldn't believe how she hadn't seem how truly sadistic and cruel her family had been. At the moment she was glad they had been bitten and changed. Cera was now gripping the edge of the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. Staring at how pale and maybe even translucent her face and skin was. So many emotions flooded her mind...In a fit of sudden rage, Cera hurled her clenched, white-knuckled fist into the mirror before her, shattering it. She watched as her own reflection fell to pieces as the broken glass crashed to the ground. Her colorless hand was now dripping with dark crimson blood as the glass had pierced through her skin. Cera had hit the mirror with such force, the glass had flown in every direction, leaving a few small cuts across her face and arms. She had even left a small dent in the wall behind it. Leaning now against the wall behind her, she collapsed to the ground. Her hand at her side, it was making a small puddle of blood on the linoleum tile. Her eyes were burning with fury as a silent tear slipped down her cheek.