Hi guys! This is my second THG fan fiction (the first one was in Portuguese so I deleted it, yeah) It's a bit different from the other fics, but I hope you all like it! If you enjoy it, let me know!

I woke up feeling lighter that I had in days. I slowly made my way out of the extremely comfortable bed that the capitol provided me with and waited for Venia, Flavius and Octavia to come in. Normally, just the thought of dressing up and applying tons of make-up would bring a scowl to my face for the rest of the day. But not today. No, not today.

Not even five seconds after I woke up, I heard the knocks on my door. My prep team always got here at the right time, but this fact never ceases to amaze me. Everything in the capitol was so controlled and perfectly scheduled, something I would definitely not miss back home.

Home. It was still hard to believe that after what it seemed like years I was finally going to meet my mother, Prim and Gale again. Hell, I even missed that stupid cat! I missed The Hob, I missed the woods, I missed my house, I missed District 12.

As Venia, Flavius and Octavia discussed what to do with my hair I sat there and let the memories of Prim and Gale wander through my mind; a small smile playing on my lips. As usual, they braided my hair and, before I knew, I was lead to the dining room where Peeta, Effie, Cinna, Portia and Haymitch were waiting for me. I smiled at them and they all seemed a little taken aback. Cinna was the first one to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I didn't think that you'd be so happy to leave me, Girl on Fire." Even though he tried his best to hide the sadness with mock hurt, I still could hear it behind his words. I was about to answer him, when he cut me off. "We better hurry before you lose the train back home. There aren't a lot of trains heading to District 12 around here, you know. Or any other way of transportation, for that matter."

We all nodded and started to walk. Effie seemed okay with our departure, we never got along that well for all I know so I wasn't surprised at all, Portia seemed a little sad, but nothing too extreme, Cinna looked as sad as I've ever seen him and Haymitch looked unaffected by anything or anyone. There was probably too much alcohol in his blood for him to care anyway.

"Will our families be waiting for us?" Peeta whispered before we entered in the elevator so only I would hear that. I knew he was nervous about seeing his mother again and I couldn't blame him. The woman was a witch. "I mean… I am sure Prim is going to be there and Gale and your mother and I hope that my father and maybe my broth-"

"Peeta, you're rambling." I said chuckling. His face turned bright read and I laughed a little more before holding his hand to reassure him. After we got back from the games, things were going fine between us, although we haven't kissed since we returned. We were going as slow as possible, but somehow, it felt right. I didn't know when I had stopped pretending, all I knew is that Peeta Mellark had me wrapped around his finger.

His blue eyes stared back into mine when the elevator stopped and, to my surprised, Snow was the one waiting for us. I felt Peeta tensing beside me and I felt myself doing the same. From the looks at everyone's faces, we weren't the only ones not expecting this unpleasant visit. My mind and my eyes tried to find a way of escaping him, but there was none. We were trapped.

"Welcome, my friends." He was clearly amused by this situation, which only made me even more suspicious. "I'd like to have a little chat with our beautiful victor here if you'd let me." A mischievous grin showed on his lips and I knew that he was up to something.

"She's not going anywhere." Peeta said. It wasn't until then that I realized that Snow was looking at me. A shiver went down my spine, but I tried not to show it. Before we all ended up trapped in here, I interfered.

"You can go," I said looking at Peeta's eyes so he knew that I really meant it "I'll be right after you. I am sure Snow won't hold me here for too long." A fresh scent of blood and roses reached my noses as the old man laughed out loud at his own private joke. Everyone else started to leave, but my district partner stayed behind.

"I don't like this." He stated "If you need any help," he was now whispering in my ear "just scream and I'll come get you." I almost rolled my eyes at his cheesiness, but something in the way he looked at me made me stop. He was serious.

"He's the overprotective type, I see." Snow comment after Mellark closed the door and I was alone with the President and his body guards that showed out of nowhere. "I guess that makes it even harder to get over you." Another smile, this time a way creepier one, played on his lips and I restrained myself from punching him in the guts and running away.

"Just spill it." I said shortly, but threating.

"Always full of attitude." He murmured under his breath, so I didn't felt the need to reply. "Well, my dear Katniss, I want to offer you a job here at the capitol. You see, you became quite popular between our male population and they're offering millions on just a night with you!" The awe in his voice made me sick. "So, I'm giving you the chance to stay here and… work with us. Think about it. All the money, the fame, the men…" It took me a minute to understand where this conversation was going to, but when it finally sank in, I gasped in horror and disgust.

"No" I gave him my answer and turned on my heels, but, as always, life made it hard for me. A barrier of body guard blocked the door and I started to panic. "I already told I refuse to sell my body like this, now let me go!" I tried not to scream so Peeta wouldn't be alarmed.

"It's not as simple as this, my dear." Again I found myself looking for exits. "If we don't have you, we could always go for your hunter friend back in District 12," I stood still, refusing to show him that he'd found my weak spot. "or maybe we could sell the other victor, he's quite popular too," Just words. Just words. Just words. I kept repeating to myself, even though I knew they were more than words. They were threats. "or, even better, if we can't have the older Everdeen, the little one will do just fine." And I finally snapped.

"Don't you dare touching her or I swear to God, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." If he was trying to find make me mad, he succeed. If they wanted Prim, they could get her and I knew it. You can't just outsmart the capitol.

"You are the only one making this hard." He stated as if he was saying something as simple as 'two plus two equals four'. And maybe, for him, it was. Cruel as it seems, for our beloved President Snow, it was simple. I could 'help' him or my family and my friends would have to pay.

"I'll do anything" my voice was barely a whisper at this point "just let them all live their lives without the capitol interfering at all and I'll stay." Coming back home wasn't so important right now. At least, not when going back meant being alone for the rest of my life.

"Thought so." President Snow didn't even made an effort to hide the satisfaction in his voice. "Now, before I ask someone to show you to your room, I need you to do one last thing." Just for the happiness dripping from every word he said, I knew I wouldn't like my task, but what other choice did I have? "I need you to say goodbye to Lover Boy yourself and tell him to forget you. Tell him that you've got a unique opportunity here and you just can't let it go. That'll keep him away for a while."

Oh no.

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