Dante looked at her like she was crazy. â€œFace plant means you show up suddenly in my way...I donâ€™t see you...my face ends up in your breasts. Understand? My face your boobs your fault for getting in my way without warning.â€ He said rather bluntly. He blinked as she pulled on his hair. Swatting her hand away with a soft smacking of his own to her hand. â€œCrazy woman! I ainâ€™t feeling you up donâ€™t be feeling me up!â€ He cried out. What the hell was going on here?! He opened his mouth to answer when his hand met a cooler hand which then jerked on his arm. He stumbled and for a couple of minutes was pulled along. He then realized what was happening and stopped walking. Standing in place and jerked his hand out of hers. Glaring at her like she had serious issues.<br/><br/>He looked at her. â€œWhatever chick. I ainâ€™t biting.â€ He turned and starting walking away from her. Going in the opposite direction she was heading. He tuned her out because he thought she was possibly crazy. He dealt with crazy women by walking...away. It was the best option because holding conversations with insanity would drive you insane. He hadnâ€™t noticed her hand motions and thus had no chance for reaction time. He suddenly was pinned arms to his sides and legs together. â€œWHAT THE FUCKING HE---!!!â€ He yelled out. The vines cocooning him and a vine wrapped around his mouth like a gag. He fell to the ground and from shock didnâ€™t even think to use fire magic.<br/><br/>He squirmed and wriggled around but couldnâ€™t get out of it. The look on his face showed he was both unhappy and pissed. He muffedly swore and blinked in surprise as the damsel looking woman threw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. This was just great. Just fucking great. Wasnâ€™t bad enough he was â€œadorable sizedâ€ for a guy his age now he had been reduced to a sack of potatoes?! Gah! He was going to get free and get the hell away from this woman. What the hell was her problem?! He didnâ€™t know the chick. Then he was set behind a tree and his eyes just blinked. He was still in the stunned what the fuck stage. Before he knew it he had been hoisted up again.<br/><br/>He blinked as she resumed carrying him. His eyes narrowed to little slits as this was highly degrading. Not only that she carried him like he weighed absolutely nothing. He was carried through the town where he could only watch coble street go by. Wait! Coble streets?! What?! His eyes went wide and for the moment he just stared at the street in shock. He was soon set down in the middle of a living room floor. He blinked as the lights were nowhere near as bright as he was used to. He blinked and looked to the woman. The vines went away and he growled at her angry like. â€œYour lights are too dim. You might need to replace them soon.â€ He said in a sharp angry tone as he glared at her.<br/><br/>Standing back up and stretched out. He looked at her and watched her as she walked around him. â€œI donâ€™t remember you saying your name but whatever. I really donâ€™t care crazy chick who carried me like some supergirl or something.â€ He crossed his arms and stayed right where he was standing. Taking up a pose that told he was far from happy with this situation. â€œI didnâ€™t want to go with you and I really didnâ€™t have to. Thus...you forced me to. We call that kidnapping back in the states.â€ He said with a sarcastic tone. He blinked a bit. â€œIâ€™m from the town in Transylvania. From this town...I think. It just looks different...â€ He trailed off. Looking back at her. â€œAnd to answer the question from before you abducted me that band is mine. It is a family heirloom that was passed down in my fatherâ€™s family for generations.â€<br/><br/>He blinked a bit. â€œIâ€™m not the one dressing like some 1800s renassiance woman. These are fashions everyone in the modern day wears. You are the one dressing differently. These are normal clothes.â€ He blinked a bit. He was so confused. His anger fled. â€œWhy do you keep saying that?! You are the one who is different. This is 2013 and you are dressed like some woman from the 1800s!â€ He cried out. Blinking as another statement she said actually registered. â€œVAMPIRE?!â€ He started laughing. â€œRight. Right. Bullshit. You are either pulling my leg or you are crazy. EVERYONE knows that there is no such things as vampires. Except in the movies. Vampires are a fictional race.â€<br/><br/>He shook his head as he straightened his jacket. â€œDear lord...a vampire fanatic. Why did I have to be kidnapped by a vampire fanatic with power of plants....â€ He trailed off and blinked. â€œYou can control plants?!â€ He blinked. â€œYou can use nature magic? Whoa! Thats pretty tight yo! Nature magic is one of the hardest kinds to learn. Well that isnâ€™t a forbidden art. Like Necromancy. Nobody actually uses that shit anymore not like since the 1700s or 1800s. Never met a nature witch before.â€ He blinked a bit. â€œIâ€™m a male witch. Nice to meet you.â€ He misunderstood her plant power as magical instead of vampiric.