Zacarias returned to her house as he heard the shower start. As he entered the room where the body laid he tried to find a sign of what had done it. Yet there was nothing but the smell of a dead body. No scent of a vampire or any human. Frowning, he carefully combed through the house. Not one item was out of place. It seemed as though the body had been planted. Gathering the body up in his arms he walked out to the edge of her property. Opening the ground up in front of him, he laid the body down and covered it. Entering the house once again he made his way to Annmarte's bedroom. Standing outside of the wood door he could feel the safeguards protecting it. Opening the door he felt the room as though it were alive assess him. Slowly the magic around the room opened and let him enter with no problem. It seemed as though the protection around the room had a mined of its own. Moving quickly he pulled some clothes out of her closet. Everything in the room was arranged carefully. Each item had a place down to each pair of earrings' that she had. Lying on the end of her bed was what looked to be her pajamas. Taking those up to he left the house and made his way quickly back to where she was.
In the darkness of the mountains that held him, his eyes narrowed when he saw the Carpathian. His dark power rippled around the room. The child had eluded his grasp for far too long, and now he had to contend with a Carpathian. As he watched the man move he could tell that not only was he a hunter, but he was also an ancient. Things had not gone in his favor for the last 19 years. It was beyond him how a mere child could elude him for 19 long years. No long was his main concern to bring her back to him alive. It would serve him just as well if she were to die. Looking once again in to the mirror that showed his quarry a devious smile touched his lips as he saw her curled on the bed trying to block out all that was happening. The word memories filtered into his mind. Memories would be her undoing, yes he thought; I will use her memories to destroy both her and the Hunter.
Zacarias entered the room silently. Standing at the end of the bed he saw her curled in a ball. Her face was contorted in pain from whatever dream haunted her. Reaching down he gently brush her hair way from her forehead. As his hand made contact her eyes fluttered open. Slowly she sat up. With her hand she made certain that the towel was secure around her.
"Where did you go?" she asked softly, "you weren't here when I got out of the shower." Even as she asked the question she didn't understand why she was asking it.
"To get clothes for you." He answered simply. He handed her the clothes that he had taken from her house for her.
"I don't need all of this, one outfit would have been fine. I only need something to wear so that I could return to my house." Taking the clothes that he offered she smile in thanks.
"You will not be going back." He said simply as though it had been stupid of her to think that she would be going home. Before she could say anything he continued "go and change and than we shall talk."
Glaring at him she stomped into the bathroom. Shutting the door a little harder than was need Zacarias smiled. Inside the bathroom Annmarte looked over the clothes that he had brought her. There at the bottom of the pile were her pajamas. Once she was dressed she looked at her self in the mirror. Sighing she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. Pulling the door open she found him sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Well let's talk than."