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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.

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.

Dimitri blinked and paused at the question. "What changed me? Into a vampire? Another vampire, obviously." he stated rather blandly as he started tying her ankles together. "I did not ask for it to happen, but I have accepted and embraced this lifestyle." he said, as though this was a normal conversation for a normal setting. As though he wasn't in the act of kidnapping her. His hands did not linger, but were quick and efficient, even though she was not making his job easy.

Dimitri frowned. "I grew up. I saw the world for what it truly was and quickly learned that good intentions swiftly led to horrific outcomes. My mother brought in a vagrant out of the cold, and he murdered her. Left me alive for one reason or another, but I was sent to live with my uncle . . . Who gave me the finest schooling money could buy for the time. And he is the one who changed me once I had finished at the academy." he said, smirking a bit as he finished up tying Anna's ankles together. He sighed. "Now, we've been chatting for quite long enough." he said, picking her up once more. "It's time we get going, before we run into any unpleasant interruptions." With that, he headed outside and using a clicker on his keys, he popped the trunk. Well, he had given her a choice . . .

Dimitri sighed. "I may not have chosen my life as a vampire, but I have accepted it. It's now part of who I am. I want us to be able to rise as a race. Instead of always hiding our existance . . ." he murmured, resisting the urge to spit on the ground in disgust. Why should he and his fellow vampires have to hide who they were? Though Anna squirmed, and Dimitri really did have to admire her spunk, but he kept his grip and tossed her in the trunk. He then closed it before she could try hopping out. He then got into the driver's seat and sped off, planning on driving as far as he could before he would need to check into a hotel to give Anna some food and water.

Dimitri drove all night. He was very glad for his ring that made him immune to the sun's light as he saw it starting to rise over the horizon. He'd drive for a few more hours and then he'd pull into a motel.

Back at his home, however, a certain tree nymph sighed. She was left cleaning up Dimitri's mess. It was easy enough to just stay inside her tree while the cops were looking for clues, but she had needed to move quickly to hide any evidence of foul play that Dimitri had left lying around in his hurry to get the girl and get out. Belladonna was glad when the cops were gone, and she flopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. She had to say, though the picture quality was so much better than it used to be, the quality of the programs were terrible. Though, you would occasionally get some really good shows . . . And those were the ones she enjoyed watching. Having gotten into her television watching groove, she wasn't really looking out for, or expecting anyone to be checking out Dimitri's house.

Dimitri turned off the freeway, driving out to a country house that he knew of. His uncle had bought it, but rarely used it except on the rare occasion when he had business in the area. It'd be easier to deal with the girl, Anna, if she wasn't trying to attract unwanted attention. Besides, this way, he didn't have to spend money on a hotel bill.

Belladonna heard the knocking and instantly got up in alarm. No way! The cops couldn't be back here yet! She wound up tripping over the coffee table as she tried to skedaddle back out to her tree to hide, making quite a bit more of a racket than she wanted to. "Ow . . . Why do they make tables so low to the ground?!" she complained in a hissing whisper as she slowly got up, nursing her bruised calves. Ouch. She gave a haughty glare to the coffee table, forgetting all about the knock at the door for the moment.

Dimitri drove on, taking more than a couple of turns as he found his way to his uncle's country home. However, he was able to hear Anna in the trunk and frowned at her words. "Well that's rather rude . . ." he muttered to himself. Really, calling people 'monsters'. Vampires were a very proud race thank you very much.

Belladonna winced as she heard the voice at the door. Yeah, no way was she answering it. There was a reason why she didn't show herself to humans. She looked too . . . non-human to get away with it. And it was quite impossible to hide her pointed ears. They really stuck out quite a bit. She searched for a hiding spot and slid into the small banzai tree that was sitting by the tv. Ugh, it was cramped in there, but at least it didn't have a spirit dwelling in it. So it was vacant enough to hide in.