Bastian looked at her. Stepping on her hand as she reached for the sword. Damn bitch was not getting that deadly weapon. They had to disarm her or she would be a threat. As a mere human without her weapon she was basically nothing. Nothing to worry about or be afraid of. He jerked her up by the fistful of hair he had. Then shoved her to the ground by her head. Backhanding her for talking back to him. "Shut up bitch!" He said harshly. "You really don't have in option in this. You are the targets only apparent weakness. You are going to be bait even if I have to tie you up and drain you of nearly all your precious little life force." he said. Kicking her in the chest and stomach again. Hitting her on the side this time. He jerked her up and restrained her against his chest. His free arm pinning her arms to her side by wrapping around her. "Gag her." He said to the nearest vampire. He tied a gag around her mouth. Bastian ran his lips over her throat. "I could just kill you but we need you as live bait." he said. Jerking her along as he roughly held her in his grasp. Leaving the sword there as it was the only way that bastard would know she was in trouble. Yes. The plan was going exactly as he wanted it to go. He got her to the place they had the trap set. A net hung overhead and there was lots of vampires. He threw her from him harshly. He told the men to get into place. "It won't be long before he comes for the bitch." He said. Looking at her and ripped off the blindfold. "I'm going to torture you once he gets here. Going to capture him and make him watch you suffer. Then I'm going to kill you. Drain you of every last drop of blood within you. Better get comfortable bitch because you are gonna be our little play toy until we can deal with that thorn in the side."<br/><br/><br/>Blane headed back and left the blood shots in Seveline's loft. Leaving quickly and silently before he was noticed. He then headed towards where he heard Cydrao. However, part way towards there he stopped. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He didn't smell Seveline's scent in that direction. He turned and headed the opposite way. Following her scent. Something was wrong. He felt that something was wrong. She wasn't okay. His sixth sense told him to hurry. He followed the scent until it got strongest. He caught other vampires scents. Surely she would be alright? That line of thought changed direction when he saw her sword. She never went anywhere without her sword. He hurried over and picked it up. Bastian! That dirty low down bastard! He wouldn't let her be killed. He put the sword on his back and held it there with telekinesis.<br/><br/>Though he might not appear to...he could use a sword. This pissed him off. He was a very hard guy to piss off but now he was mad. He ran off silently. Following the scents until he got there. Slowing to a stop. He snuck up behind a guard and sent him flying into the nearest tree. It knocked him out. He slipped silently through the trees. Grabbing his mouth and twisted the mans neck. The breaking of the neck wouldn't kill the vampire but it would keep him down for quite a while. He walked around the perimeter. Slashing off one man's head before he could even blink. He soon had dispatched with all of the lookouts. He jumped up silently onto the roof. Hurrying across it silently. He would save Seveline...no matter what it took. He dropped down to the balcony that hung out. Kicking a man who couldn't speak over the side. He fell and hit the ground hard enough to fall unconscious.<br/><br/>He slipped inside. Sneaking through the shadows without being caught. He used the telekinesis to warp his scent. Now he smelled like someone who belonged. He followed the voices. Using the hilt of the sword he bashed anyone who spotted him in the forehead hard enough to knock them out. Stupid morons. They wouldn't get away with this.