['s a - house - 's a mess - s'mthing upstairs 's rattling -]
[In that case, please describe to me any identifying features you can discern about your location, so that I can find you and help you escape whomever has kidnapped you. It will look terrible on my bodyguarding resume otherwise.]
['s... got... trees, outside? tall ones.] She reaches a weak, trembly hand for the door handle, which doesn't turn. ['m locked in. lotta dust. small room. stairs. wood floor.]
[Tall trees. How many? What species? Anything noteworthy about the architecture?]
[maybe magnolias, dunno my trees. lots. can't see 'em without getting up, don't think that's a good idea. 's... old? lot of wood?] Pause. [th' rattling's louder -]
[couldn' even squish a spider right now. spider'd win.]
[Well, I strongly suspect you are not going to like whatever is rattling up there. Perhaps a window? If the building is as old as you say, they shouldn't be too hard to break.]
[window wins.]
The rattling stops. It is replaced with footsteps.
[stopped rattling. started walking. 'm scared.]
Meanwhile, Bella is trying to find a way to simply open the window, and is failing. [thing's painted shut - 'm scared - love you, love you -]
The something descends a step.
[It's coming down the stairs.]
Arthur says, "Perhaps you can explain to me all the magic I found on her person. And on yours. I'd thought you were quite turned off the use of witchcraft? Have you fallen in with bad company again, Rupert? She seemed terribly excited when I agreed that I was there to teach her magic for her birthday. Slayers aren't meant to be witches; why haven't you taught her that?"
And aloud: "I don't feel the need to explain anything to you at all."
"Rupert," says Arthur sadly. "We understand feeling - parental, towards Slayers. But it will not go well with you if you continue to act as an obstacle even now. Wouldn't you rather tell me what I need to know, wish Bella the best of luck on her test, and retire peacefully, than see what the Council will make of you having bedecked yourself and her in bizarre magic on top of having refused to administer her test?"
Bella has summoned all of her scattered brainpower to do the one thing she can still do with this vampire.
"You too, huh?" she says to the vampire, sitting against the wall of the house and trying to look disaffected.
"Rupert, be reasonable," says Arthur.
"Rupert, this test has been going on during every Slayer's eighteenth birthday for centuries. Most of them pass. And I have no intention of interfering with her while she makes the attempt, so I don't see what has you worried about me betraying her."