She had never been so furious in all her life! What right did he have? Natari yanked her arms uselessly, but she had to do something. She had to try. Not to just stay here like some bloody butterfly pinned to a wall.
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At least no one was there to hear the flood of Italian curses that left her lips. She di'dnt usually curse. It wasn't lady like, but right now sadly, infuriatingly, there was nothing else to do! Oliver had been...angry, annoyed, upset, it was difficult to tell with him, that she had spoken to Van Helsing...very well that she'd actually gone into his home. The infamous hunter's home!
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This displeased Oliver for several reasons. One being that other vampires may try to use this, thus use her against her will. Another the obvious, that she had put herself in the hunter's hands, a point on which she strongly disagreed. She had professed to being the stronger of the 2, and thus able to take care of herself. Helsing tended to find vampires when they slept and kill them, and she didn't plan to encounter him unless she was very much awake. Oliver was still displeased.
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He showed this displeasure along with his disbelief in her skills to protect herself by chaining her to the wall of his basement. Her legs and arms were splayed, she felt tangled in the folds of her own heavy velvet dress, and she could not move. He challenged her to free herself and prove that she could handle herself when it came to Helsing.
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She yanked at the chains again with all her strength, then cursed in frustration when nothing happened. As if Helsing would ever be able to chain her to a bloody wall! Natari glared at the chains then movements more calm and deliberate she carefully twisted her wrists, trying to break the chains by twisting them around their own anchor in the wall as pulling them had not worked. Breaking was different than trying to uproot them from the wall, she thought. But still no go.
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She could sense that she was alone in the house. Oliver was gone somewhere...Gritting her teeth again she glared down at the chains...Her mind wandering to the room itself in which she was currently harbored against her will. It smelled...faintly of blood. Human blood and sweat. Did Oliver chain people here? She sighed and continued to study the chains. Attempting to? twist her wrists free, to slip them out of the shackles hadn't worked any better than her attempts to pull them out of the wall. He'd spoken of these chains being iron...that she was lucky he hadn't felt like using silver...and he'd said that though iron did not hurt, it would still keep her from misting.
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Anger rising again she tugged and yanked frustration rising. She knew she likely wasn't thinking well, but could not calm herself enough to do so.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat