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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 1:12 am
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Dimitri raised an eyebrow as he moved out of the way of her knees. She'd surprised him once, it wasn't going to work again. He then noticed that she was reaching under the bed and he sighed, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back, using it basically as a lever to lift her off the bed. "You're proving your point right now. Humans tend not to respond well to Vampires. Besides, who said a thing about locking you up. That's really rather an unkind thing to do to the person who will help a great race take back it's place in the world." he said, steering her out of her room. "You said you wanted to help people, correct? Why are you so opposed to the idea of helping Vampires?" he asked, grabbing the bag he'd stuffed with her clothes along the way. "So, I'll ask you again, do you want to sit in the back of the car and behave or get stuffed into the trunk? Choose quickly before my patience wears thin and I choose for you." he said, the threat only thinly veiled.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:27 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 9:11 pm
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Dimitri sighed, wiping the spit off his face. "Right. Tied up and in the trunk it is then." he said, frowning. He really didn't want it to have to come to this. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, moving quickly out the window from her house to his, he knew he had limited time before the cops showed up. He knew the sounds of gunshots would wake up at least one neighbor. He took her into his house where he did have some rope avaiable, having anticipated a negative response. Though it wasn't . . . rope, rather, it was some ripped up sheets he would be using as rope. He didn't want to hurt the young lady after all. He wasn't cruel. And rope did chafe . . . he knew that after being hung when he was accused of witchcraft. That had been a rough three days, pretending to be dead with a rope cutting into his neck and causing his wrists to itch with it's roughness. He forced her onto his couch, pinning her on her front. He did notice the scars though . . . As he grabbed one of the strips of cloth that he had set out on the coffee table and started binding her wrists together, his curiosity got the better of him. "Where, may I ask, did you get those scars?" If she didn't want to answer, he wouldn't be pleased, but he wouldn't force an answer out of her. He was a gentleman after all. Even tying her up left a bad taste in his mouth, but he had his orders.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 10:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 3:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 10:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 3:46 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 7:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 8:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 8:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:32 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 10:45 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 3:21 am
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