My eyes widened and I looked at him shocked. What does he mean by that? He can't serious think that I'm going to stay here? Wait…what if what Jet and Droy said was true?! Would he really eat my flesh and drink my blood? No…he wouldn't! He can't…

"What do you mean by that?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Exactly what I said shorty, you're not leaving. You tried to steal from me and no one gets away with stealing from me." He said darkly, he glared at me for a moment then spoke again. "You are now my prisoner."

As he said those words my whole body felt cold suddenly. He can't keep me here against my will…it's illegal…but then again so is breaking and entering while trying to steal from him. But I don't think he really cares about the laws.

"You can't do that…just let me go home." I said softly while looking at him.

"This is your home now." He said while grabbing my upper arm and dragging me out of the room. Oh my god…is he going to put me in some dark, cold, dungeon? I nearly started to hyperventilate but then he dragged me upstairs and slammed open a door leading into a room. I gasped when I looked around the room and saw it decorated with beautiful furniture. It had one of the biggest beds in there that I've ever seen. The pillows and blankets were made of a purple silk, something I've never had the chance to ever touch. There was a huge flat screen TV in the room, along with a huge rack of DVD's and a stereo. None of which I've ever used before, my grandfather and I, couldn't even afford a small TV.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"This will be your room." He said simply with a shrug.

As much as I loved this room, I couldn't stay here. I won't stay here. My grandfather needs me and I'll do whatever it takes to make it back home to him. "No it won't." I said clenching my teeth, "I'm not staying here."

He narrowed his eyes and glared at me again, "Yes it will!"

"I'm going home! You can't keep me here!" I yelled angrily at him. As I yelled at him I realized how much bigger he was then me. If he wanted to, he could easily stomp me into the ground and there wouldn't be a thing I could do to stop him.

He leaned down so his face was just inches from mine, I could feel his cool breath on my face. "I can and I will. You're not going anywhere, get used to it."

"Dinner is in an hour, be down in the dining room, or else." He left the room slamming the door on the way out. The door slammed so hard that a picture frame fell off the wall and broke. I shook my head and sighed. If he thinks that I'm going to be happy about this then he is crazy, I'm not going to go skipping downstairs for him. I will find a way out of here one way or another. This is a big place, there has to be a few different ways out of here. I walked over to the door in my room that led to the balcony, I walked out onto the balcony and leaned over the edge. It was a long way down, so there was no way I could survive that fall.

I crept downstairs silently, hoping and praying that he wouldn't hear me. I clamped a hand over my mouth when I saw a shadow pass down the hall, the shadow turned a corner so I let out a relieved breath. I was on the first floor now so it would be easier to escape this way. I walked over to a window and started to open it and climb through but then I heard a soft voice, I turned to look.

I saw a girl who looked around my age but she had long blonde hair and brown eyes, "Wait! Don't go." She said. Screw that! I was getting the hell out of here.

I crawled through the window and ran outside, I managed to almost make it to the gate. I smiled as it touched the gate but then I was lifted off my feet into a pair of strong arms. I saw the same tall guy that was keeping me here against my will. I think Jet and Droy said his name was Gajeel. "And where do you think you're going?" He asked while walking back to his house with me in his arms. I squirmed while trying to get out of his arms but he just squeezed me tightly to his chest in an inescapable hold.

"I want to go home!" I shouted at him angrily. "What do you want from me? An apology?" He was quite as he walked us back into his house, he didn't answer me so I continued, "Fine! I'm sorry I broke into your house and tried to steal from you. I won't ever do it again, I learned my lesson. Just please let me leave." I pleaded to him. I was getting so frustrated that I felt myself getting close to crying. I took a deep breath and realized we were in his dining room.

He set me down on one of the chairs, the long dining room table had a whole feast spread out on the table. I've never seen so much food in all of my life, we were lucky if we could afford any at all. Usually when we ran low on food I would fake the flu so my grandfather could eat. Otherwise he would give it to me and tell me I was a growing girl and I needed to eat. He sat down at the table and looked at me. "Eat." He picked up a fork and a knife then started cut into a delicious smelling steak. The smell of that steak and all the food made my stomach growl. I actually couldn't remember the last time I actually ate.

I looked back at him and shook my head, "No."

He tightened his grip on his fork and knife then he turned a sharp glare to me, "What did you just say?"

I swallowed nervously, maybe I shouldn't piss off a man holding a knife… "I said no." I said proud of myself for not sounding shaky.

"You will eat." He said demandingly.

"I won't eat until you promise to let me leave." I bit my lip nervously.

"Then starve!" He snapped at me and then he snapped his fingers. "Hey blondie get in here."

The blonde girl I saw before, appeared in the doorway. "Yes Gajeel?" She said while looking at me. She saw my frown and smiled at me reassuringly.

"Take my guest back up to her room and make sure she stays there." I was dismissed apparently. I decided not to put up a fight, I wanted to get as far away from him as I could. I followed the girl back up to my room, I expected her to leave but she followed me inside.

"Hi, I'm Lucy." She said kindly.

"Um…hello." I said.

"Don't mind Gajeel, he has some anger issues he needs to work on. He is a really good person once you get to know him. Just give him a chance." Give him a chance? Was she serious? He is holding me here against my will. I would not be giving him any chance whatsoever.

"You can't be serious." I said, "Look I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not going to cooperate with him at all. He is holding me captive, all I want to do is go home."

She looked at me sadly, "Maybe if you get to know him, you might actually come to like him." She left after that leaving me speechless. Like him? How could I possibly like the person who was holding me here against my will?