Control of his body and demon traits was one of his greatest accomplishments. Pushing the wardrobe to the center of the room he circled it slowly, like a shark stalkings its next meal. His finger trailed along the door, soft at first but as he grew the nails on his fingers it turned into a deep scratch.<br/>"I know you're in there...I can smell it..."<br/>The scratching was wearing away the wood, he could easily rip the hinges off, but then it would not be as fun and satisfying. Stebbing abck for a moment he came down on the door with a long swipe, splinters of wood flew everywhere! The door vibrated as it was placed under stress with every passing swipe. Finally it cracked, with a final slash it ripped open and revealing the Master of the Manor (http://bp3.blogger.com/_tDcMyEyJ_18/RaKRg0kAdfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UX1U4_uSf_A/s1600-h/julian_mcmahon_03.jpg). His red shirt tightly buttoned up and tucked, his hair slicked back with his horns protruding out of his head. The same horns that grew longer and sharper as he grew aroused. The eyes which burned red, like the sun itself and a evil smirk crossed his face.<br/>"Found you..."<br/>His eyes went wide with pleasant surprise.<br/>"So you are the new pet...my wife found...looks like I am going to have to break you in myself..."<br/>Cackling, he ripped at the door, every piece that broke revealed her small body to him. The more he saw the petite and exotic creature the faster he moved so he could take her in his grasp, and whisk her away to his study.