"What do I want? What do I want?!"
The counts' voice was loud. His shout echoed throughout the room. The room even shook from the vibrations. He stepped forward once more, his eyes remaining narrowed like they were.

"It is none of your concern. My business is my own. You would do well to remember that, as would everyone else in this place." 
Lord Christopher was about to truly show his anger when the young lady in questioned stepped out of her hiding place. He blinked for a moment. He, then, suddenly smirked. He stepped towards her instead. 

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"
The crimson in his eyes faded away a little bit as he spoke. 
"The young mouse who nearly escaped the cat is here after all."


The count attempted to reach for her, uncrossing his arms to do so. His smirk did not fade. He was not going to let her get away and he was not going to let anyone interfere with his plans.