"Lucien" I breathed. He gripped my forearms and sped us back, slamming me into the wall. My back hit the hard concrete, the impact causing me to hiss slightly. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Neither one of us willing to speak first.

Yes; I knew Lucien. When I first saw him back in the alleyway I didn't want to recognise him. I didn't want to remember. I COULDN'T remember. It was the best this way. Then he took me and every moment came flooding back.

I needed to stay hidden from Daliha though. I didn't have time for something that was so long ago.

Lucien was still staring heatedly at me. He looked like he was going to kill me, but I couldn't blame him, not really.

I opened my month to speak but quickly shut it again. He leant in close. I could feel his hot breath as he let out a low growl, then he did the last thing I expected...

He kissed me. I didn't kiss back at first as shock washed over me but I quickly recovered and soon found myself kissing him back.

It wasn't slow or gentle. It was messy, full of hunger. Teeth and tongue crashing together. Clawing at my skin as he tugged on the material of the tatty old gown I wore.

I sighed into the kiss before pushing him away "Why did you bring me here?" I mumbled as I looked at him for an answer.

"Aurora, she's a psycho. She was going to kill you"

I laughed loudly "Like you care" I spat.

He glared at me "I can hear it" my eyes shot to his. I looked to where he was looking before quickly looking away.

"I need to go. Dahlia won't be far behind" I began walking to the door when I heard a whooshing sound. Lucien grabbed my arm. I looked up at him, a pained expression on his face.

"Stay. I can protect you" I looked at him in wonder as I remained silent "Both of you" he promised.

"Why would you do that?" I questioned, little above a whisper.

"Call me a fool but I like you Freya Mikaelson" he flashed me his infamous smirk and I couldn't help but smile back "Fine. I will stay but only for a few days"

An awkward silence fell between us. He was the first to break it "Where's Mathias?" a tear sprang to my eyes "Dead" was my simple answer as I began searching for a bathroom. I needed to freshen up and change into something more 'time' appropriate. Surely Lucien would have something.

As I walked away I heard him whisper "I'm sorry" I looked at him with a mixture of pain, regret and sorrow before disappearing.