Thread: Abducted.

Vincent felt then heard the female. Listening to her react before hearing her apologize made him nod a bit. His eyes still focused on the figure on the horse. Don't worry about it. You mistook me from your father. Its fine. Vincent replied, narrowing his eyes to watch the figure disappear back into the forest. Nodding softly, I did, I did. That would be Count Rivas. He's second in command for the House of Bovili. First time I've seen him here in a while. Vincent reached up to the curtains, pulling them shut. Word must have spread of your disappearance. Lets just hope he didn't see you. Scratching his chin softly, B ut, if he did and he arrives here. We must make up a fib to tell him. Tapping his chin sightly, R ivas hasn't been seen in a while. He usually comes out only when something has happened. Which you went missing happened.. so, more then likely someone from Kalion went to Bovili. They have a choice of coming to Volan, Movin, or Rilen. Turning around to face her, the male moved his hands to her sides. Lifting her with relative ease, the male placed her sitting down on the bed. Stay. You need to recover. Moving to the other window shortly after moving the female, Vincent closed the blinds to that one, also. Why exactly would that vampire be out on his horse during this time of day staring at the Manor if it wasn't because of the female? Wasn't like he could see her behind the male, Vincent was standing right in the middle of the window. The female just peered around to see him, then he ran off. I don't quite know.. The male spoke, I don't think he saw you.. nor do I think he believes you are here. Shaking his head softly, B ut, if anything. We must make up a lie if they come here. You will either hide somewhere or come out and say you stopped to visit... or something. Closing his eyes, the male rubbed his temples lightly. Or you were off riding last night, fell off your horse. Rolled down a rocky slope and a slave of Volan was out and found you. Brought you back here so you can recover. Pausing lightly, the male didn't quite know how much she'd go along. Thats until you do get back to Kalion and tell the king what really happens. Shrugging softly, All you to you. So far, this is all speculation. I may just be thinking up lies for no reason. Vincent spoke, opening his eyes slowly. B ut yes, on to more serious matters. What do I do with you? Hmm. The male questioned, tapping his chin for a moment before walking toward the female. First off, I believe we should get you changed into different clothing. I'm sure the slave clothing isn't working for one such as a 'princess'. The male spoke, though... there wasn't many fancy things in here, let alone something fancy enough for a princess. The only girl who dressed reasonably nice was Alica.. and she wouldn't be too pleased. The only person I know who might have something normal to wear and let you fit in would be Alica. Scratching the back of his head softly, And yes, I'm not sure about her letting you use her clothing. Vincent didn't quite know what to do. Worth a shot, I guess. Minutes passed as the male waited outside Alica's room. The female actually let this girl use her clothing with no objection at all. Whatever Lucius told her must've carried over from yesterday. Vincent made sure Alica stayed in the room so this girl didn't attempt to run off. Knocking on the door, Hurry. Vincent spoke loudly through the door, Shut it you! Alica yelled, thud. She threw something at the door, what it was really didn't matter to Vincent wasn't any of his belongings. She's back to her old ways... Vincent muttered to himself as the door opened, nodding in approval of what the female had came out in. Vincent led her through the Manor with little to no disapproval of what she was looking at. She was taking everything in. Peering around into the library, kitchen, dining room. Everywhere. More then likely to give a detailed layout of the building to her father so they knew right where to attack. Vincent had stopped in the kitchen to let the chefs know to send something up in a little, it was getting around the time where he'd try to eat something normal. Trying to break the habit of drinking blood was rough.. he only drank it when he was seriously injured but as of late. He didn't trust anything that this Manor stored. Vincent's eyes moved along the shelves of books in his room, the female should have been laying in bed but the male didn't care. He was trusted to watch over her, not make sure she recovered. How are you feeling? The male asked from the corner of the room, turning his head to look toward her. I'm sure one nights rest didn't help all of your wounds. A reason why I believe you should stay in bed. Turning his head back to look at his books, the male paused for a second. Moving his gaze back to her, What is your name? Really haven't got onto that subject.. no one in this Manor knows it at all. They all call you a bastard child, the half breed.. or something. Shrugging softly, If you wish to know mine, I'm Vincent. I assume you've heard stories about Lucius.. the man in the bed half dead.