Her teal eyes flared with annoyance and shock at his boldness, narrowing as he moved closer, so sure of himself, of her. She was not to be held by anyone, not tamed. Even the word of it, the thought made her silver glow flare out around her, dancing in distress. Her lips thinned at the way his eyes moved over her, so lusty and confident, he would get nothing from her. "You are mortal, you are a thief, not even a hunter to home I might give a boon as the Huntress. I have no need nor wish to tarry with you, you who think only of yourself!" She cried at him, Diana surfacing for a moment, her eyes wide and hurt, yes, his desires, his being with Rebekah were all selfish, were going with the flow and not caring about the girl who loved him so desperately. She felt her heart ache within her breast and suddenly did not think she could give way to him like she had planned, nor seduce him. No, better nothing at all.<br/><br/>She threw her hand in a dismissive gesture, turning her body away from him, rejecting him completely "I have not time to waste on you who would tame what never can be. Leave me." Her words were curt, spoken as she expected them to be obeyed. He would not take her, for he did not know her. Somehow, in the lingering mind of Diana within the goddess it hurt more, to know that it was not just Rebekah and love that kept him from her. He would desire the beautiful Rebekah, and try to tame the untouchable, blond Artemis. But of redheaded Diana, shy and too smart for easy, he did not desire. She left the open clearing of the fountain to trail away from it, escaping to the trees, to her forest haven.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She let out a gasp as something move through her body, cold and prickling, it made her ears flatten and tail coil as she hissed at whatever it was, turning to look behind her. For a moment she didn't see anything, frowning at the empty air and then something caught the dim light as she saw the ghostly form of a male. Who was it? It wasn't the man she had come here with...that was...Kurt, right? No, this wasn't Kurt.<em>"No!!"</em>Rang out in her ears and she finally saw the figure in fool, a young man with messy blond hair and a fire in his eyes as anger raged through him.<br/><br/>Bekah shrank from him instinctively, backing away from him before he suddenly seized her arms in his vise like hold. She mewled in denial, struggling to get free from the punishing hold, he seemed afraid he would loose her if he didn't hold her tight enough to leave bruises. "Let me go!" she snapped at him, anger and fear flashing in equal parts in the amber of her eyes. He did then, shoving her had and she went sprawling back to the ground, wincing as her ass connected again, still sore from the first time. He was above her then, pinning her to the ground, his larger, stronger body over hers as she squirmed and whimpered, trying to get free, her cat ears flat against the mass of her hair. She was not happy at all. Her heels kicked against the hardwood floor and she let out a scream "HELP!"<br/><br/>Praying someone would come and save her from this mad man who was angry at her for no reason. She didn't even know who he was, just that he seemed bent on controlling her and she didn't like that. "Get off me!" she snapped at him, her nails lengthening and slashing at his midsection. Only he didn't bleed, his skin parted and then went back together again. Her eyes went wide, pupils large in fear and she trembled, closing her eyes and looking away from him. "No...no...."