stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Harley was like a stick of dynamite and her wick was lit. She knew that explosive anger would do her little now. But she did not take kindly to anyone just waltzing in to her home, to cause unrest to her life. Too many fucking people had just meandered in here without a second thought. It might as well be a public venue with a take a number machine just outside her door. And she was over it.

It was like a dangerous deadly dance between predator and prey and Harley refused to think of herself as prey. Even if he was a freaking panther with claws and teeth meant to cause bones to break and pierce flesh. There wasn't any doubt he could do just that. Even when he wedged his boot and forcefully swung open the door even despite that hefty slam. "I don't even know why I have a fucking door anymore." She hisses out loud when all her other words seemed to fail. She needed to play this smart, needed to get with the only weapon that would give her a fighting chance. Well it still sucked for her bullshit odds leaving them at a generous 10% with the knife. But without she was doomed. Fuck that.

Of course, when shit hits the fan, Harley had a tendency to run her mouth. To make a tense situation worse, for the mere reason, her words were the only weapons she could cling to in a moment like this. Tetradore's prowling was relenting, those eyes watching her in the way that made her want to throw acid in them. All she wanted was just one night. She threw her words at him, hoping something would make him hesitate. But in all honesty she was not entirely surprised that he seemed so unflustered. How many people had he done this exact thing to? She maneuvered so she could keep furniture in between them. A false sense of security she was more than content to cling to. She also clung to her phone, hoping to get at least one message out. To her neighbor and friend Sterling. 'Please take care of Ace and Sparky (magical plant). I owe you one.' She didn't ask for help, there was no way she was going involve him in this losing battle. She was fiercely protective over her friends, well, the few she did have.

She mentions Isolt, hoping to hit some tender spot within the seemingly callused approaching Tetradore. His eyes peered at the floor for a split second, uttering the word softly, barely audible. Maybe she had a chance in hell now. "Why not??" She questioned with a resilient brashness. Why did it have to be? But really she was just stalling. Where the fuck did she put that knife. Unfortunately it wasn't up his ass.

She also managed to let her fingers type in the translation of 'eat shit'. "Its manger de la merde. You are welcome. " She seemed smug for a split second, while her free hand reached for the blade. If she was going to die maybe she could be remembered for that. HERE LIES HARLEY... she died horrifically with the words manger de la merde on her lips. She will be missed by few.

Ace made a valiant effort trying to bite at Tetradore's pants and boots. He sounded like a little Tasmanian devil. He asked for an off switch as he elevated her black furball off the ground by the scruff, seeing his teeth bared and tiny paws dangling there she reluctantly she gave him something. It was better than knocking the little bugger unconscious.. or worse. Her heart raced.. no no no no no nooo. She couldn't forgive herself if anything happened to him. She tossed bag of Ace's treats at Tetradore's head. He caught it so quickly she almost had to blink to make sure she wasn't seeing shit. Her heart felt instant relief watching his long tail wag and the were man put the pups paws on the ground. She released a sigh. The treats seemed to work like a charm and puppy was reduced into mush.

He claimed he didn't have a choice and she rolled her damn eyes. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Anger flared from within her. But that slight break within the lull of kidnapping was over. He began his approach. Oh no, this is it. She didn't find her father's blade but she found a fork, whatever she would make it work. She put it front of her, but he was already there. Before she could attempt to stab him he already ensnared her wrist. She swung at him with all her might, she was thrashing ball of fury. She hated how no matter she tried to pull away, it accomplished nothing. She used all her weight to lean back, to yank with all her might and he already had the fucking ropes tied around her wrists binding her. Great, she lost her one hope of stabbing him. She spat every curse in the book at him. She even made up a few words she would have been all too proud of. She tried to give him a good kick in the balls too, like the kind that would make a man throw up and fall to the ground.

"You are ruining bondage for me too now.." Sarcasm dripping from her lips. "I would give you a slow clap.. but as you can tell.. Tied up.." She wiggled her fingers, the binds were too tight to do much less. He starting herding her toward the couch, her feet attempted a lot of furious kicking.. Aiming for the shins, his manhood, his knee caps. He seemed invincible. She hated every second of it. She had every intention of running but it only brought her closer to where he wanted her. She even tried to swing her bound hands, using the ropes as a weapon to smash is face. Then he pushed her onto the couch, pinning her down. She tried slam her head into his... Willing to harm herself just to make him hurt or better yet bleed.

She didn't make it easy to get those binds on her feet. He stood above her and she gave him a glare that could kill. "Was this really necessary." An annoying piece of hair fell in front of her face. She tried to shake her head but it only made it worse.

He idly lifted up her shirt. "Don't fucking touch me." She spat.. "Are you really that sadistic you wanted to see your handy work and gloat?" He sighed as he lingered on her stomach where those scars were, he lets his fingers caress the texture of marred skin, she didn't care how gentle his touch was. She didn't care how he almost seemed guilty. She wriggles like a worm on crack, trying to remove her binds that were digging horribly into her skin. "I will kill you." She promises, it a fit of utter hatreds.

Ace was happily munch on those treats. Her eyes trailing to her little pooch. He then asks about him. "Like you care.. He won't have someone to care for him if you take me to that psycho." She drew in a hiss of a breath. "He is fed.. and I already took him for a walk.." She sighed. Why did she even tell him this?

"If... something happens to me.." she didn't say those words. No, she was coming back... she wasn't going to let that vampire get the best of her. She didn't tell him she texted Sterling to care for him while he was gone. She didn't want him involved at all. She looked once more at Ace and then at Sparky that just sat uselessly on the counter. What fucking good was a magical plant if it didn't do anything when you were getting kidnapped. If she survived tonight.. She would be having words... very strong words and one thing for certain no matter what happened there would be hell to pay.

Harley Westward