Christy frowned as the man suddenly started her way, talking about her as if he knew her and claimed there wasn't time to explain. Starting to take a step away, she gasped as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her out of her house. Squeezing her to his chest, she put her hands on him and tried to pull away. The steam coming off of his skin scared her just as much as him grabbing her did. "What the hell do you thin-" she was cut off as he leaned towards her neck. A sharp pain followed his kiss, making a gasp of both pain and a strange pleasure leave her lips. As a the stinging pain dulled, she could feel him drinking the blood from her veins and she gripped his shirt hard.<br/><br/>Vision turning blurry, she felt her knees go weak and dizziness cloud her thoughts. It wasn't the amount of blood he was taking, it was the sudden after effects of the marking. As the man kissed her neck again, the wounds shut and the mark started to appear, sending a searing pain through her neck though it was only there briefly. She took an unbalanced step away from him as he wished her a happy birthday and leaned against the doorframe of her house. Taking her hand away from her neck, she looked but there was no blood. Frowning, she was thoroughly confused and she couldn't gather all her thoughts on what the hell had just happened. "What..Who the hell are you? What did you do to me?" she snapped, trying to move back inside her house. However, her movements were sluggish as her body still tried to comprehend the new mark appearing on her neck and the small amount of poison that made it visible.<br/><br/>A gasp left her lips as the man scooped her up in his strong arms, instinctively, Christy wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. Gripping his shirt tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and let her head rest on his chest as he ran. Panic started to rise up in her chest and she couldnt help the scream that left her after he started to slow. "Put me down! Who the freakin hell are you?! I<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>safe until you came along and kidnapped me!" she yelled, pushing at it his chest hard. Squirming out of his hold, she landed with a thud in the flowers and quickly got to her feet. Letting the anger decide on her actions, she pulled back her hand and slapped him hard on the left cheek. She had wanted to punch him, but she could hardly bring herself to do more than yell or slap him. Looking at him shocked like she hadn't meant to do that, she stepped away from him and covered her mouth with her hand. "Im so-" she had started to apologize but quickly clamped her mouth shut. 'What the hell are you doing Christy?! He kidnapped you and you're goign to apologize for slapping him?!' she scolded herself.<br/><br/>Suddenly her thoughts cleared and she turned on her heel, bolting away from him. Running for the far edge of the woods, she crashed into the trees and got tangled up in brambles covering the forest floor. The brambles tightened around her ankles and lower calf, tripping her up and pulling her to the ground. Trying to desperately kick them off, the thorns cut through her already torn up jeans and bit into her skin. The more she struggled, the deeper the thorns cut until finally she ripped her legs free. The adrenaline pumping through her body helped to dull the pain of the thorns, some having broken off into the cuts, Christy barely dodged low hanging branches or vines hanging down from the trees. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew she was getting away from her kidnapper.