She had almost inserted the key into it's hole when she was suddenly pulled back into the room that she had just walked out of. At first she didn't know what had taken her because it all happened so fast. One minute she was outside locking her shop and the next she was back inside her dark shop on the floor in the arms of some man whom she didn't know. Her mouth was covered but that was it. She hadn't really tried to look around she was mainly struggling to get free and noticing she couldn't she decided to look up, noticing that her captor was in front instead of behind her.<br/><br/>As Violet looked up her eyes met his and it was as if she had a sudden flashback. All she could see were his eyes right now...a deep deep brown, they almost looked black. But it was those eyes that made her know for sure that they belonged to that face. It was him, the face that haunted her dreams, his face. She knew and she couldn't even see it. Suddenly she was scared and thought that maybe the reason she saw his face was because he was stalking her or that she was being warned about a dangerous man. She started to feel panicked and not knowing what to do had a last minute thought. She bit down on his hand, hard enough to draw blood and make him pull away from her mouth. Once his hand was away from her mouth she took her chance to shout.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you? Are you stalking me? Did someone pay you to do this? I know I'm late on my rent but this? Really?! This is ridiculous and probably unlawful!" She then looked away from him and then looked at her door which was still slightly cracked open. "Help! Help me! I'm being held hostage by a maniac!"<br/><br/>She looked back at the man and was able to take in his full appearance. Thought they were sitting she could tell from his long legs that he was tall, probably about six foot two. He wasn't ripped but it was obvious that he goes to the gym on occasion, his skin was a little darker than hers and he had sandy blonde hair with a five o'clock shadow growing in. His brown eyes were under some bushy eyebrows. He was quite handsome, but she wouldn't let that keep her from alerting the authorities.<br/><br/>"You will be sorry." She glared at him.<br/><br/>---------------------------------<br/><br/>Vanessa stiffened and immediately took hold of her blade when the man appeared. She looked him up and down then let a small amused smirk come over her face. She slowly slid off her horse and stepped forward, motioning for the other four men to hold their ground. Her hand still on the hilt of her sword she looked at her surroundings and at the position of the man, he seemed battle ready which is what made her draw her sword next. She held the point inches from her face. Sword in one hand, her other hand on her hip, almost mocking him.<br/><br/>"Haven't we met? What do you want here? We have nothing of importance, just traveling back to Winchester before the night's up." She looked at him, waiting for his reaction but still ready for whatever he may have planned.