“Damn, Damn, Damn!” Darkness filled the golden tinted air around him. His low, thunderous voice echoed of the walls of the fire lit halls as his fist collided with the side of the hardened scrying basin with such force that the age old stone, cracked. The vision before him made his stomach turn and rage rise and bubble within him. His sweet, belov’ed Arianne, being enchanted him. A bloody vampire! Hatred filled his being as a deep, possessive growl escaped his throat.
   ‘This isn’t what I planned,’ Javen paced before the basin, deep in thought. ‘I should have acted sooner.’ But he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to his enjoyment. He loved too much to watch her squirm under her father, to hear her sweet voice cry out in protest, to watch as she slowly fell to the point of running. Javen thought he would be there when she did, and he would have, he just never thought it would be this quick. And if that damn slayer hadn’t intervened.
   Javen stopped pacing and inhaled deeply. He called balance throughout his body and forced himself to focus. He knew getting aggrivated wouldn’t solve anything. He had to stay level headed and calm if he was to devise a plan to steal her away. Pulling his feet up under him, Javen let himself hover gracefully above the ground. He let his mind wonder until a plan began to form itself. A devious smile formed across his lips as he immediately began to put action to his ideas and willed his begin across time and planes.