(lol, i love it!)

The shit that they stuck in Vanity's neck must've been strong, cause she was out cold. And that didn't just happen with any drug. It took quite some time of Ange screaming and the other guards yelling as they each got attacked by the angry french kid, before she slowly started coming to. Her dark red magenta eyes began to flutter under her heavy eyelids before slowly managing to crack themselves open just enough to see a big blurry scenery. She was much to out of it to see anything clearly. "Ange...?" She asked herself in a quiet groggy slur.

What was he doing? Why wasn't he trying to escape? Her eyelids began to slide shut and one of the guards towing her noticed her coming to. He wasn't worried though. Not unless she gathered enough of her mind to fight back and stuff. Vanity fought with herself to open her empty eyes again and keep them open so that she could at see a picture, even if it was completely blurred. She wanted to know what was going on. Vanity was positive that this couldn't have been the same Ange she spoke to about breaking out- he didn't care about anything but escaping! Yet there he was, attacking the guards. For her?

Hah! Who was she kidding? No matter, she couldn't just let them drag her away now that she was partially conscious. No way in hell was that happening. Vanity closed her eyes and began to focus on moving her limbs, if she tried to use her power, Ange could get hurt- or killed. She wasn't going to let that happen. Her limbs twitched slightly when she tried to move them, and after a moment or two she managed to slip right out of the guards' hands and plop to the ground on her butt right before Ange attacked the guards who had her.

Vanity sluggishly crawled over to the nearest wall and leaned up against it. She felt sicker than a dog and her head was spinning- probably a nasty side affect from the drug they shot into her.