>bump <

>k, byyyeeee!<

Relief spread through her. While he was busy looking at his hand, Amanda limped to another couch half way across the room. She wanted to be no where near him. Amanda sat down and curled her body up, making herself as small as possible. The tears that rolled down her face were from her throbbing ankle not of her capturing. Amanda's dress glittered in the light of the candle that was on a small table next to the couch. She was assuredly from a rich household, being how her dress had small embellishments of pearls, beads and the fabric was a crimson red and made from silk. Her back rose and fell as she sobbed silently.

<<I'm quite sorry, but I must leave. I will be back when I can. Good day and good night.>>

Nathan rolled his eyes again, resting them on the door. He turned his attention back to the girl when no one had bardged through the door.
"You're going to get my father down here..." he warned, staring into her eyes. He let her head go and put his hands down softly, one on top of the other, in his lap. He blinked twice and inspected the hand her blade had cut into. He was satisfied to find not one mark.

She winced as his grip tightened. Amanda let her arms go limp at her sides and stood. Her gaze fell to the floor as she sniffled. 'Escaping now is going to be hard, if not, impossible...' Amanda thought as she looked into his eyes. She did nothing to make him angry. She mustered her courage... "LET. ME. GO!" Amanda said with force. Not like she was a threat to him, but she liked to believe she sounded as such.

He frowned at her sad attempt at escaping. He held her head a bit tighter and shook his own head.
"I just want to know why he brought you here. I don't think you are in the position to ask me questions." He said this in a quite angry tone, though he wasn't angry at her at all. He didn't expect her to know the answer to that question, nor did he have any intentions of hurting her.

Amanda's eyes went wide when he placed his hands on her head. She looked from either side of him, trying to think quick. Amanda put up a mild struggle, she was just to tired and her twisted ankle hurt to much. She moved her hands to his wrists and squeezed them, letting him know that she would fight if she could. The idea of him being able to break her neck if he wanted right now was overwhelming. Amanda bit her bottom lip, "Why?" She asked, her voice wavering.

Nathan rolled his eyes at the small toy she was weilding as a weapon. He grabbed it by the blade and pulled it easily from her grasp. He sighed and shut the blade, throwing it shiftwly across the room. With a smile, he turned back to her and took her face between his hands.
"Now that we have that pesky thing out of the way.... Do you know why my father brought you here?" He kept his hands on either side of her head.

>"so he could walk in front of her" my bad<

"Oh fuck." Amanda said under her breath. She stood keeping her eyes on the stranger. What she was going to do next was insane knowing her chances were slim. Amanda calmly walked toward him and sat down on the couch next to him. "Your right. I don't want that to happen." she leaned in, locking eyes with him. 'Almost! Almost!' She thought anxiously and then she moved her knife up to his throat and pushing him forward, moving the knife so her could walk in front of her. "You're going to take me to the door." Amanda whispered with anger in his ear. >sorry, im having internet problems, if i stop posting that's why.<

Nathan shifted uncomfortable and turned, knowing that she was in the room. He let his breath out and shook his head.
"You can't get out that way..." he whispered to her, looking at the way she was crawling.
"And my dad will find you. You don't want that... Do you?" He shifted position on the couch.

Amanda cautiously peeked over the back of the couch and ducked down fast. She saw him, and she doubted she could kill him in a struggle, she'd have to get out and quickly too. Her breath was coming to fast, he'd hear her now. Amanda turned and tried to escape by crawling across the floor,still keeping her knife close and hoping to get to a door.

Nathan was sick of his father being able to push him around. He turned about on his heels and followed his father down the basement stairs. The only thing he was present for was the sound of his father's voice, cursing and saying only two words;
"The girl.." Nathan hid behind one of the many objects in the basement as his father flew angerily up the stairs. Nathan came from his hiding place and sat on the deep red couch, confused at his father's words.

Amanda stumbled from her sore legs as she hid behind the couch. Cold, quiet and trembling, Amanda was. Her skirts were dirty and her hair disheveled. Scrapes and bruises marked her mad dash through the woods. Amanda reached down to her boot and pulled out her hunting knife and held it in case it's services were needed. Her heart and mind were seemingly racing each other. >ok<

(no thx)

>yes there is going to be magic, i plan a few twists at the end, but so far the young woman was lost in the woods after being chased. but really it all depends on if u want to be in it, i have to know a little about your char. it can be anything, i don't have any restrictions on this rp. did u have anything u wanted to add to the story or any kind of story line in mind?<

(can you give a little info so I can join in, magic? wheres the story going, ect?)

Nathan moved swiftly around the castle. He was in no hurry to get anywhere, this was his home. He turned a corner only to run into the one he wished to avoid. Nathan imediatly stood up straighter and keep his eyes off his father's face.
"Father..." he said in a strained voice.
"Nathan." was the reply he recieved before his father stepped past him and decended down the stairs. He was walking louder then nessecary, almost as if he was storming away in a tantrum. Nathan watched as his father turned the corner to go down into the basement. Nathan walked swiftly and quietly down the stairs, going the opposite way of his father.

"HELLO!?" Amanda called out. She picked herself up off the deep red, old fashioned couch she was sleeping on. 'How did I get here?' She thought slightly frightened. Amanda could hear footsteps from upstairs. Could the owner of this dark castle be the one to tread so heavily down the stair case? Her heart caught in her throat. What if she were it's dinner?!