"You're sick in the head!" Tarka hissed, as she glared at the tom before her. A cat that she had never seen before, yet one who apparently knew her very well. A stalker. 

"Oh, but darling! You just don't see! You were meant for me, and I, for you~!" The tom purred out, standing at the top of the stairwell. His black coat shining. "You'd be perfect, perfect, I tell you!" Gods, who was this lovesick fool?

"Back off, I'm not interested. Just- why!?" Tarka demanded, her hackles raising as her fur bristled. "You are, you are and I know it! My mother always said that I should never let those I love leave, and I'm not letting you escape my grasp!" The tom's fangs gleamed. Who was this psycho?

Tarka snarled. "Yeah? Well your mother was wrong. Go rot in a pit!" She glared. She was rudely awakened after being thrown in this basement, it was impressive she didn't wake beforehand, though. "Oh, I don't think my mother likes that, very much, do you, mother?" The cat asked as he chuckled to himself.

This cat was so lunatic that he was laughing at nothing. How fun. "Now, I'll go leave and prepare us dinner, you stay here, and rest your pretty little head, I'll be back, darling!" The tom abruptly left, leaving Tarka to sit there and simmer in her anger.

Then, the fear hit. She was alone, she didn't know where she was, and some stranger kidnapped her. There'd be no going home, no seeing her mother again...

Glancing at the walls and shelves, there were many things that were stolen from her, presumably to keep her comfortable? What a creep. Tarka choked down the growing anxiety, and grabbed some candles.

She dabbled in green witchery, yes, but she had always deviated from what her mother taught her. She was a divination witch at heart.

Using her natural intuition, she figured out the directions. She needed to send a message to her mother- to someone, somehow.

Right now, she needed a protective circle.

Placing the candles, Tarka took a deep breath. It'd been a long while since she had done this. She would smudge the area, but unfortunately, the room she was in had no sage. Drawing energy in from the earth, she casted the protective circle.

Lighting a candle, she sat down and closed her eyes. "Wind, element of the east, ruler of the mind, I welcome you-" Before Tarka could get much further, a loud crash echoed upstairs. Quickly apologizing to the element she drew in, she released them, and removed her protective circle, putting out the flame as Valor burst in, her kidnapper caught beneath his paws.

He looked genuinely terrifying, even more-so as Tarka watched him start to draw blood. "Let me go!" Her kidnapper cried. Did he even have a name? "I'd rather see you dead!" Valor roared, the sound of cracking bones filled the basement. 

Well, that was much easier than relying on the spirits to deliver a message. "Valor, you can stop now-" Tarka started, but it seems as though she were ignored. "You need to rot, you vile, vile being!" Valor hissed, as the cat beneath him choked and heaved. "Valor-!" Tarka raised her voice.

She did not want to witness murder, but alas, Valor ignored her. "VALOR!" Tarka shouted, finally catching his attention. "He's a vampire, just leave him be. I just want to go home." Tarka explained, as Valor pointedly crushed more of the vampire's bones beneath his paws. "... Alright. This place reeks anyways. Let's get you home." Valor decided.

Despite what she just witnessed, Tarka was grateful Valor showed up, though she would never know why his reaction was the way it was. With a grateful smile, Tarka agreed, shaking her fur out as she followed Valor out of the house she was trapped in.

She would... definitely need therapy after this, but perhaps she could finally start treating Valor with the respect he deserves.

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