001 ✝ Video
[As the Forge is turned on, it slips a bit through wet slicked fingers and slides onto the teen's lap, showing a fumble of images: wavy golden hair, a long white scar down a neck that's inked with strange black patterns that look like curling flames poking out from beneath a black collar. Darkened patches on the black fabric that look suspiciously like blood. Lots of blood. He wipes his hand on his thigh and picks the Forge up again, peering into it with eyes dramatically tinged with gold. No, it's not Edward Cullen. One eyebrow steeples as he examines the device.
His voice is wary, but doesn't sound afraid in the least. If anything there's a haughty humor to his tone.]
...The last time I checked Portals didn't take wrong turns.
[He presses a few buttons on the device, turning it side to side before facing the screen towards himself again, looking more intrigued] And kidnappers generally don't offer generous texting packages.
[Something hardens behind his eyes, the amusement taking a dangerous edge, as he demands:] Where's the vampire?
His voice is wary, but doesn't sound afraid in the least. If anything there's a haughty humor to his tone.]
...The last time I checked Portals didn't take wrong turns.
[He presses a few buttons on the device, turning it side to side before facing the screen towards himself again, looking more intrigued] And kidnappers generally don't offer generous texting packages.
[Something hardens behind his eyes, the amusement taking a dangerous edge, as he demands:] Where's the vampire?