Did he stumble upon a cult? It would explain lots of things, like some random person appearing and demanding the woman return. The one person who he was hesitant was now trying to help him and the man with bloody arms was trying to take her away.<br/><strong>"She isn't going anywhere with you..."</strong><br/>He snarled with a menacing growl, but where would she go? Washington, he was in Washington but why, why was he in the forest? How did he get into this situation? Amidst the confusion he almost forgot to answer her.<br/><strong>"Vincent...I feel fine now actually..."</strong><br/>Besides the massive gash that went down to his skull, the rest of him was alright, the blood from the wound was minimal now.<br/><strong>"But you can help me...what do I do..."</strong><br/>His eyes were fading back to their original color, the more they did the weaker he began to feel but at least he was able to remain standing. Tilting his hips to the side he tried to cover himself to the young woman who as young as his dance partner the night before. It was only as she looked him over did he realize she was injured also.<br/><br/>With his attention back to the man, he spoke clearly without the earlier hostility.<br/><strong>"I am not going anywhere with you, do not follow me and we will not have any problems. Whatever you are I do not care, but she is going with me...and that is final."</strong><br/>He offered the young woman a hand to help her up. She would be useful, even if it meant she could get him a change of clothing and sneak him into his hotel room. Looking around he felt so lost, unsure of what to do. He had so many questions to ask the woman, unsure if she had the answers he sought.