At first she resisted being pulled up. Just his touch managed to send her completely haywire. All of her magic sparked and jumped inside of her, warning her. Though her delicate and frail body was no match for his strength. The sound of her stocking ripped echoed in her ears. Another warning, perhaps? It was so hard to tell what was going to happen to her. Against his chest she was pulled and she could hear his heart. Unlike hers it was even, tempered, and cool. This helped calm her a little and then, it sped slightly, as something cold and sharp was pressed against her neck. She swallowed roughly, nearly knicking her skin with the action. That perfect, flawless pale skin that nearly reflected in the moonlight.<br/><br/>Listening to him talk made her fear for her very life. He knew! Even with how careful she had thought she had been, he knew that she was a witch. Her whole body shivered in his grasp. Though there was warmth in his body he himself was like a pillar of ice. And it struck her deeply. Hand came up to tug at the arm, sending the sweet sent of her perfume flying with the movement. The slight girl was alluring in her innocence.<br/><br/>"I would never hurt anyone," she whispered. "Please. If you must kill me, mister, at least wait until I get medicine for my grandmother. She is very ill but refuses to see the doctor herself. I need to get her help. She is an old lady, so weak she can barely lift her head! Follow me home, let me nurse my nana back to health, and then you can kill me."<br/><br/>If she could save her grandmother she would have gladly laid down her life.