Hi! I'm so sorry hat it has been a while but I had a dance concert on a stayed in a hotel with no internet so I couldn't post anything!

Amy's POV

She woke up in a dark, dusty room. She could feel her hands tied around the back of the chair. All she could see was shapes of the furniture, a door shape in front of her opened to reveal a blinding light. A figure moved swiftly to the wall and turned on a switch. Amy blinked the sudden brightness till she could see clearly.

She was in a very small room, dust surrounding the floor and only a single light and a chair in the room. She didn't need to see the figure to know it was the Lucian. She looked down to find herself wearing an orange jumpsuit, much like what prisoners wear.

"I hope you like the jumpsuit. I picked it out especially for you" The Lucian smoothly said.

"I suppose you undressed then re-dressed me" Amy stated

"Oh no, I just simply put the jumpsuit on over you original clothes" He answered

"But you were tempted to, weren't you? Amy asked, cunningly.

He smiled and paced up and down the room, in front of her. It was then that she noticed his expensive clothing. She didn't bother guess what brand, probably some sort of world-wide brand that Amy never paid any attention to. She watched the young Lucian pace the room and took in the view. She never really noticed how handsome he really was. She attacked him before she could see his face the first time they met. Then the alley lights were busted so she could only make out his figure. But now she noticed the delicate features of his face. He was like a male model, very handsome. Her eyes focused on the door. Her mind drifted to the kiss, the second kiss. She was so embarrassed that she kissed him back, especially when she did the exact same move the night before. Then she realised the Lucian had stopped and was staring at her.

"So what's the plan?" She asked.

"Please elaborate" He said

"What I mean is, are you just going to keep me down here forever or are you going to kill me? Or maybe you might let me go. I'm just wondering what you're going to do with me" She explained.

He sneered, "I'm sending you back home, with an escort of course"

"I suppose that would be you"

"Yes well I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable around a stranger" the Lucian remarked.

Amy narrowed her eyes, "So how will I get home, not to mention that you don't even know where I live"

"That's why you're going to tell me where you live, so I can book two plane tickets as soon as possible"

Amy stared. There was a moment of silence while she was figuring out what to say.

The she spoke, "I live in Yekaterinburg"

"You don't sound Russian."

"I transferred there when I was younger from America" She said.

He gazed at her then left the room. She sighed, how much longer could she keep this act up. She wasn't a flirtatious assassin. She was Amy Cahill, a nerd/Madrigal from Massachusetts. She started to take detailed notes of her surroundings. No windows, one chair, one light, one door. A very hard escape if the door was locked. If only she could get her pin she keeps in her sock. Then she could unlock the door and make a run for it. She then noticed a security camera in the top left corner of the room. The door opened and the Lucian returned, with clothes in his hands.

"Get dressed," He demanded, "We'll be leaving soon."

Amy looked at the camera, then back at him. He held up his hands, "Fine I won't watch" He said.

He then threw the clothes on her lap and untied her from the chair and left the room.

Amy held up the piece of clothing, which turned out to be a black dress. It wasn't too fancy, but not a very casual dress either. She quickly undressed and put the black dress on. The dress fit perfectly and cut off just above her knees. Amy walked to the door and opened it. Not locked. What a smart Lucian he was. She walked out with no shoes o and felt the cold marble immediately.

"That was quick, most girls take hours to get ready, here" A British voice said beside her. She turned around as he extended his hand. She took the shoes that were dangling off his fingertips, sat on the floor and put the high heels on.

"I'm not like most girls" Amy said as she stood up.

He began to walk down the hall and looked back to make sure she was following. But he already knew the answer from the noise of her heels against the marble. They walked down many more corridors and stairs until they finally made it outside and began to walk down a path, towards a black Mercedes. As Amy looked back on the house, she realised that it was the same house she attacked him in. As the Lucian reached the passenger side in the front seat, he opened the door. Amy got in the car, very smoothly. At least she thought so. Usually with heels on she stumbled into a car. But this time she only merely bumped her head on the top of the car. He was still silently laughing as he hopped into the driver's seat.

Ian's POV

The ride to the airport was a very short and silent ride. But Ian liked silence. It gave him time to think about the plan. He looked over at the Madrigal. Natalie would be so mad when she finds out the Ian took one of her favourite dresses. As he pulled into a car parking space, he couldn't help thinking about the woman beside him. She was strikingly beautiful. Auburn hair, green eyes, a very unusual pair. Yet on her, they fit so perfectly. They opened their doors at the same time and got out just as quick. He rushed over to her side and grabbed her hand. He pulled her into him. From a passer byer's point of view, they would look like a lovesick couple sharing a very passionate kiss. But they wouldn't know he was whispering to her.

"Follow me, do exactly what I say or I will use my gun on you, and I won't make any noise."

He began to walk towards the entrance of the airport, she reluctantly followed.

The lady at the counter was very unpleasant looking. She was definitely hitting on him though. The first thing she did was smile, bat her eyelashes and twirl her hair. He said the only thing he could think of.

"Hello, my wife and I would like to book the first flight to Yekaterinburg. It is Yekaterinburg isn't it, love?" he looked into her eyes. The woman looked a bit shocked, but not as much as the Madrigals, her eyes widened and mouth quivered. But she held it together and replied.

"That's right darling" and smiled.