Sorry it's been a while since I finished Surprise. I've been meaning to get this one started, but was trying to word it somehow.

So anyway, hope you like it and please review! :D

Louisa stirred and opened her eyes a fraction. Her vision was clouded and her head was spinning. A wave of sickness struck her, but that didn't stop her from pushing herself up into a sitting position. She looked around, but saw nothing, her surroundings almost darkness. The icy coldness burnt her skin, but she stubbornly tried to rub some warmth into her arms, shivering.

The room she was in couldn't have been that big. The ceiling was high above her head, so high she couldn't even sense its presence. She took two stumbling steps forward, her hand raised. Her fingers brushed against a rough, cold wall. Louisa ran her hand over it for a few seconds, before walking to the right, her hand sliding along the ragged wall. Six steps away, she found the adjoining wall.

Now she knew what claustrophobia felt like.

The silence and small space closed in on her, almost suffocating her. Louisa sank to the floor, her back against the wall. What the hell had happened?

Before an answer came to her, there was a slight hissing. Louisa's heart thudded, thinking of snakes. Gods, how she hated snakes.

But it wasn't a snake. A door, which had been cleverly concealed in the wall, had slid open. The bright light beaming through almost blinded her. She noticed it was shaped around a tall, masculine silhouette.

"It's good to see you awake, Louisa." A chill ran down Louisa's spine. Luke's tone was unlike the angry, jealous one she had heard during their fight. It was more husky.

Her mind wandered to her brother, Annabeth and her nephew. Where were they?

The door closed behind Luke, but he knew where she was. Louisa could dimly make out his form in the darkness, which, unfortunately, covered up her death stare.

Her fingers slid to her watch.

Her watch… where was it? Louisa looked around, but of course she couldn't see anything. "Looking for your watch?" Luke taunted. Louisa saw his smirk in her mind. "You're weaponless."

"I can still kill ya." Luke's cold laugh filled the small room. Louisa heard a soft sound, metal scraping against metal.

"I'd like to see you try. It'll take me two seconds to run you through."

"There's a 'but' on the end of that." Louisa mumbled angrily.

"But… I can't kill you just yet. You humiliated me in front of my men. I can't have that." Louisa stayed silent, a nagging feeling striking her mind. "I'll bide my time, make you wait in suspense for your death. But for now…" His hand slipped to her waist. "There's something I've got to do." He growled.

Louisa struggled against him as he tried to press his lips to hers. Luke's hands went to her throat as he pinned her down beneath him.

Louisa choked, but Luke was just getting started…