"I want answers"

A/N: Urgh – dreary Mondays – how about an update to cheer you up?

It turns out the answer to his question was to tie my hands behind me and onto the headboard, making any attempt of escape futile. He then pulled up a chair opposite the bed and sat down, facing me, "I want answers" he demanded with piercing eyes boring into mine.

I smirked, not wanting him to know that I was worried as I cleverly remarked, "Well we don't always get what we want"

He blurred towards me, sitting on my side as he glowered, "I'd watch my mouth if I was you" he threatened, "You are the one that is tied up" he pointed out but I maintained my poker face. My silence only seemed to excite him further because he leaned in and I was anxious with the tangible hum in the thickening atmosphere, "Actually…" his throaty voice was hoarse as he hovered above me, "I like you like this" he gulped, "Imagine the fun we could have…" his fingers caressed my cheek and I angrily jerked my knee.

I smirked when he doubled over and crashed onto the ground, spluttering as the pain shot through his crotch. It didn't last long because within seconds he had pulled himself off the floor and was resting his palms on his thighs, "I like a girl with spunk" he glanced up to me darkly.

"Why haven't you killed me?" I mused, still conflicted over that thought.

Finally, he straightened up with another audible groan, "I told you, I want answers"

"Who says you're gonna get them?" my menacing glare rested on his retreating form, watching as he walked towards the chai and taking his place there once again.

"I have my ways" he smirked with a mischievous gleam.

I laughed, "If you're talking about compulsion – you can forget that"

His bright blue shadowed, "You know a lot" he got up from the seat once again and took cautious steps towards me, "How is that?"

I found his whole 'I'm-a-scary-vampire' act very amusing which he could probably read on my face as I joked, "A magician never reveals his secrets"

"Are you really comparing yourself to a magician?" he offered a dry laugh.

Not breaking our eye contact, I shuffled my wrists once again, "Watch my newest trick" I teased before revealing my freed hands with a pleased smile.

"You little-" he growled wanting to leap into an attack.

Taking in the space between us, I knew I couldn't afford to fight him physically so I reached out my palm. Thousand shots of both pain and warmth radiated on my palm and I watched as he crashed back onto the bookshelf on the far side of the bedroom.

Disregarding the guilt and remorse that nagged onto me, I sent him one last fleeting glance, "And now I disappear…"

Knowing that I needed to leave, I rushed out the room and trailed down the stairs. However, just as I was about to head towards the exit, I froze when looking into the expressive dark midnight blue eyes that were filled with conflicting emotions when taking in my form.

"Katerina?"

A/N: Obviously Isabella is caught up in her history…Thank you all for your amazing respeonse to this story – gonna be a dribble fanfic. Always wanted to do one – similar to Inception…anyway thanks for the support – please review and tell me what you think or what you want…