<div class="floatleft"> (http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsf504004a.jpg) </div><br/>Delilah started to come to. She snuggled closer to the bed, pulling on the silk sheets. Silk? Her eyes popped open. Hers definitely weren't silk.<br/><br/>She was on a bed. A large bed and everything started coming back to her as she looked at the lace teddy and boycut panties she wore. Wolves, no wolfmen and vampires with really large fangs. She had been kidnapped the night before. And now she was in a house she didn't know who it belonged to. Suddenly, the face of a man came to mind. He had been in a suit and was very elegant looking. Like he was royalty and was betted than the rest.<br/><br/>Then there was another man, Spanish looking, covered in dirt. He had held her. She remembered that much because he had smelt fantastic. But now she was alone. She heard water in what she thought was a bathroom and saw movement. There was no door but the wall separating them was big enough to hold privacy.<br/><br/>"H-hello?" she managed, her voice soft and light but she was sure they would hear her. She crossed her arms in attempt to cover herself.