The girl stood looking up at the moon, feeling an attachment with it and then blinked, shaking her head. No, she shouldn't, should she? Her name was Diana...but that was just the name the Roman's called her, she was Artemis. No, no she wasn't the Goddess....was she? The blond touched her temples, trembling to hold in all the thoughts and confusion that flowed through her. She had to think clearly, to focus on what was real, though, she glanced around her at the forest that half of her mind told her was real and the other half said shouldn't be there. She was in the Winchester House, wasn't she? She should just find Kurt, find the mortal man who had snubbed her and make him rue the day. No, she was mortal, just like Kurt. "Oh blasted Titans I am confused!"<br/><br/>Her voice was the same, the surprisingly husky sweet sound, the only part of her that was at all sensual in everyday. Now she was clad in a dress fit for a goddess. She moved through the trees, toward a fountain set and opulent, this must be part of Olympus's gardens, or rather, meant to mimic them. Di, not Artemis, she reminded herself. She peeked over the basin of the water to look at herself, thinking jealously that Artemis was far more beautiful then Diana, but in truth it was her own reflection there, she just saw it as something other then herself, letting her see the girl others saw. Di sighed and turned to sit on the edge of the fountain then, her eyes widening at the sight of a pirate moving toward her with a cutlass in hand. Kurt. Kurt had gone after her instead of Bekah, he was here, by himself.<br/><br/>Her breath rushed out as she stared at him in shock, but then his sword caught the moonlight and Artemis came roaring through, demanding her due. "How dare a mortal dare such steel against a Goddess!" Her voice snapped out with confidence and authority, he was beneath her, not the other way around, and since Artemis seemed to be so much better able to talk to him without stuttering or being pathetic Diana finally let her be.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Let me out, let me out, get out of here!</em><br/><br/>She had to get out of here, now, out of this stupid costume. Only, was it a costume. The tail whisked around and she could feel it moving, she could move it, just with her ears. Cat ears. Her heart pounded as she just focused on running, glad she was a dancer, it kept her in such good shape that she could run until she got out of this cursed place. Or rather, she could have if she had paid attention to her surroundings more. Her heels hit something, stubbing her toe and at the speed she was going she was hurled to the ground, sliding along it for a moment, the slick hard wood floors aiding this. The girl slumped, blinking and confused for a moment as she trembled, legs splayed and hands braced to keep her up as she shook her head and tried to relocate herself as a pouting mewl parted her lips. She must have tripped over something.<br/><br/>She moved, getting onto her hands and knees for a moment before bolting upright, shocked at how good it had felt to be on her hands and knees. She trembled and rubbed her rear, her ass stinging slightly from her fall. Why had she been running again? Where was she? It was darker here then the place where she had come from, the hallways gleaming in rich dark wood, and the house smelled...old and odd. She shivered and then remembered she wanted to leave, to find the door. Right, she turned, blinking and sniffed the air delicately. Rebekah was starting to sink into the cat girl, but it was her instincts that would let her find her way out of here.<br/><br/>