Feeling satisfied with his efforts, Vadim watched the couple scurry away, still breathing heavily from his sudden attack. Rage and adrenaline made a potent mix in his blood. A part of him almost decided to finish them off anyway when they took the roses with them. But, he'd become curious. He might be able to take their daughter for himself regardless, but it would work better if the parents consented. He didn't want to have to kill the girl as well. "See that you do."

As they vanished down the long rose lined path as fast as their injured horse could go though, he found that rage and adrenaline vanishing with the noise. Instead, just deep bitterness remained. Because unlike them, he could never leave this manor with his body cursed like this. And even more than that, memories kept him bound. Spinning, he ran for the massive front doors and crashed through them, all the way up to his room on the upper west wing where he threw himself to the plush rug and howled.