It was absolutely freezing out, the wind blowing every direction, snow hitting his face as his furious eyes searched for you desperately. He's following the trail of footprints you left behind, something you can't easily cover up. And in your little rush of an escape, you're probably not even worrying about him tracking you. It's only a matter of time until he snatches you up and brings you back to the mansion.

Donatello cannot believe the audacity you had to run away. Yes, he kidnapped you, but surely you realize it was for the best. You would have been forced to be with an absolute creep otherwise, in your village. At least in his home, you're guaranteed warmth, food, safety, and shelter. The finest of clothes, the softest mattress- he only needs a little blood from you now and then.

The vampire's eyes lock onto your form and he's behind you in an instant, claws digging into your shoulder slightly.

"Dear," He practically hissed, leaning down near your ear. "Now why are you out in the cold? Why are you outside at all? We have talked about this, have we not?"