Knife.

(Note: Savannah Victorie Crane is a character that I am not so sure of yet. She is in the future, of course. She is what I imagine to be of Cillian and Rosalie's daughter in the odd chance that they end up together in the end. Vannah is just someone that I thought of for this drabble and had to do it. So, here is little miss Vannah.)

They would surely be worried about her being out so late that night. Savannah knew that her mother and her father would probably have already called the cops by now. In fact, she was scanning the dark streets of New York with her olive green eyes in search for a cop looking for her. Though, her being in trouble wouldn't be the worst thing to endure while being out on the streets of New York at night. She definitely knew that. There were all kinds of creeps out there just waiting to take advantage of a lone girl such as herself and they wouldn't think twice about it. Maybe, being escorted by a cop car wasn't as embarassing nor dreadful as she thought it would be. She would at least be off of the dangerous streets that she was currently on and have some protection. The thought of any disgusting slime ball putting his hands on her made her cringe.

She decided that she should've taken the cab along with Madeline Burton and the Hearst twins. But, she was being far too stubborn for that. She merely insisted on enjoying a walk to herself in the cold dark night. She thought that it would simply be another adventure for her. She even refused when her friends offered for one of them to come along with her for protection or company. No, she figured that she should go alone. She didn't want them doing anything that they didn't want to do or getting sick off of her own reckless behavior. They merely shook their heads and hoped the best for their friend's safety. Really, no reasoning was there with Savannah. She was known for her spur of the moment behavior at times, as well as her stubborness. They knew not to argue with that. It was near impossible to get her to change her mind on anything.

Savannah rounded yet another corner on the streets, now realizing that they had become quite unfamiliar to her. Where was she exactly? She couldn't be lost, could she? She was going the right way;she was sure of it. But, the more she walked down the streets the more they became unfamiliar to her. It wasn't long before she noticed people that wouldn't be the best of company to her. That was what she imagined them not to be. They were definitely not people she would hang around. They looked much older than the eighteen year old, about in their thirties. All of them had a rather rough exterior to them, definitely not the kind of person you would go up to and have a casual conversation with at all. This only caused Savannah to quicken her pace to try to get out of the view of the unruly men. She didn't know how she could get out of there, however. The streets were so unfamiliar to her.

She just kept running through the unfamiliar part of town, not knowing what else to do. She ran until her muscles ached and she collasped in a dark alley. She leaned back againest the cold stone and slowly fell down to the ground. Exhaustion was slowly taking her over as well as fear, and she honestly didn't know how she was going to get home. All she knew was that she wanted someone there to protect her and to save her. She needed someone to save her. "Hey little pretty one," A strained voice came from the darkness. This caused all the muscles in her body to tense up. She didn't recognize the voice at all. But, she knew by the tone that it was not going to be someone friendly. She squinted into the darkness only able to make out the figure of a burly man. That perhaps scared her even more. "W-who's there?" She mustered out, her voice coming in squeaky. She was very fearful and definitely gave the man the advantage of knowing that. She jumped to her feet whenever the man appeared from the shadows. She looked him over, and her screaming began when the glint of the knife appeared in the moonlight.