((I'm sorry, I was helping a girl with her new thread. I apologize.))
Vertigo tilted his head and chuckled at Bell's answer, or lack of one. She was certianly stubborn, but then again she had ever right to be bitter. She didn't ask to be brought to a Werewolf's lair, were she didn't want to be. He was terrible perosn for stealing her away, yes, but what else was he supposed to do. Vertigo buried his face in his hands in a stressed way, a sigh escaping his lips. He needed to find the others, the Elders. Yes, there were others older than him, they were also searching the globe for The Dopplerganger. Since he found her, he'd have to contact them soon enough. Vertigo rubbed his eyes then stood up, lookking down at Bell for a moment, then he turned around and got out a spellbook. Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he cast the spell easily, looking out the window with an deep in thought expression. Suddenly he said,"I need to talk to Ario...Yes, right now...Don't give me that, it's Vertigo." At the mention of who it was, the man on the end of the spell's magic immideatly went to get the ancient Werewolf. Vertigo truend his eyes over to Bell for just a moment, thoughs harsh brown eyes seemed angry. Then he simply looked out the window again untill a voice was heard. "Ario. I've found her, again. She's more stubborn this time, less likely to comply....Oh, umm brown hair, not short or tall, white. Big brown eyes...beautiful, really." Vertigo bit at his nail, just a force of habit. "She's not talking, that's the thing....I don't know....Alright....see you then." Vertigo broke the simple communitcation spell with another shake of his head. His ocean eyes found their way to the door for a moment, but then he simply turned around and disappeared. Withen a few minutes, he was back with a bowl of assorted fruits and out it on the coffe table infront of Bell, not actually looking at her though. She was angry, as she should be, so why bother her anymore? Though he couldn't leave her to her own devices, so he took a seat near the window and looked out at the forest, getting preoccupied with the way the wind rusteled the leaves.