Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
The nails that dug into her shoulders ripped through fabric and skin, and her scream faded into a whimper of pain. She was certain she was going to die here, on the stairs, at the hands of this man she hated, and tears of frustration joined her tears of pain as blood trickled along the pale yellow fabric of her dress.
When Daniel dug his claws into Vlad's back, it was impossible to miss the pained reaction from the man above her, and it gave her a moment of sheer, panic-driven hope. She edged backward up the stairs, breath catching raggedly as Vlad yelled. He was threatening the Beast. That was the only thought that managed to get through the pain and fear, and it made her angry.
And as she became angry, rose vines began to twine around Vlad's ankles, growing (presumably) from nowhere. She wasn't even aware she was doing it, and it wasn't enough to hold the vampire, not yet, not unless he tried to hurt the creature as he'd threatened.