Armas didn't suspect that she would've been kidnapped while he was toiling with his foul mood. He felt depressed, ultimately hurt from the memory of that woman that started it all. Armas would have never thought that Anna would just continue on, stupid and ignorant of how he felt and he really didn't mind. Honestly, he couldn't expect her to understand, nor did he want her too. The girl was foolish, easily loving but foolish.<br/><br/>When night fell, he returned from the backside of the forest and measured the time he had been gone. He guessed it was a little much, but maybe he had been gone longer than he should have. "If I'm right, she'll be in bed again right about now," he murmured, closing his eyes as his wing slumped tiredly behind him and he started up towards the steps of his front door. His eye caught the ground where dirt had been kicked up but he didn't mind it at first glance.<br/><br/>Shocked, he stopped and quickly backtracked to see what he thought he had seen. "Anna!" He gaped, his mouth opening wide at the dirt. Suddenly a new and unwelcoming scent wafted in at his nose and he jumped forward into the house like a mad man. Armas tore open the doors of his room and smashed against the bed, pining in the darkness at the sheets. He tore open his closet, scrapped beneath the bed before he turned on the house. Howls of horror erupted from his throat and suddenly he was barreling out the door, screaming for Finch in a panic.<br/><br/>Finch came running forward from the black like a shadow in the night and she would have tossed her head in attitude if he didn't start grabbing at her mane so roughly. Hissing unnaturally, she tore away from him in a blind pain but he snatched her head back and groped at her sides as soon as his legs were tossed onto her back. "Find her!" He screamed, jerking her mane. "Go! Ya!" He yelled, kicking his heels into her sides as she jerked forward in pain. She wailed and flew up onto her hind legs before surging forward into the night...<br/><br/>An hour passed before he was tired and then finally Finch had slowed down to a tired trot. Unsure whether or not she had left, Armas was beginning to regrettably remember that flyer of the incubus prowling the area. His lower lip trembled as he bit it, biting back the frustration of his stupidity. "Oh gods, if I had not been so naive-" he started when a scream rang out. Turning his head, his wings clicked upright and he looked at Finch. "Once more, that's all I beg." He asked softly and Finch huffed before kicking forward to find them.