Part 4

Faith opened her eyes, not knowing what exactly had woken her up. She was disoriented at first, like she would have had some very strange dream.

"Welcome back, darling," a male voice suddenly hummed, startling her.

It took a moment before she recognized the man lying beside her, playing with her hair. Lucien. He was staring at her intently.

"You've been out for a while," he continued. "How are you feeling?"

She was still somewhat disoriented until it all came rushing back. The deal. She had come to his penthouse and had sex with him. He had bitten her.

She panicked slightly; her hand instinctively touched her neck. There was no wound, but she noticed that a blanket was covering her naked body. Something Lucien must have done after she had passed out. Just like cleaning up the blood. Why? Why had he cared about her comfort?

"Why didn't you kill me?" she murmured after a moment of silence.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I have done that?"

She pressed her lips together, avoiding looking at him.

"You bit me."

"Yes, I did," he replied.

"Why?"

He smiled and touched her cheek.

"I wanted to have a full taste. And I must say that your blood is delicious."

"Gee, thanks, I'm so happy to have satisfied you," she snapped angrily.

He chuckled, making her blush.

"Oh, I do like your spirit, darling." He paused and leaned closer. "You know… Things doesn't have to end like this. There's so much more I could show you."

Faith's eyes grew big.

"We made a deal," she stated as calmly as she could. "You gave me your word…"

"Yes, yes, and I intend to keep it," he huffed. "However, I do find you quite interesting. You can take that as a compliment, normally humans don't interest me at all."

"I suppose you want me to be flattered," she snorted.

"You should be," he replied grinning.

"Sure." She paused and carefully got into a sitting position. She had no idea what time it was, but she guessed an early morning. "Listen… Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"No, of course not," he replied. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

"Thanks."

She kept the blanket tightly wrapped around her body while getting out of the bed. Her legs were shaking a little, but she tried her best to look dignified as she headed to the bathroom. She most certainly couldn't go back to the compound without washing herself first. Just the thought of facing her father… No, she couldn't think about that now. She couldn't even look at her reflection in the mirror.

All she felt was shame, she was disgusted with herself. Could she ever be clean again? She turned the shower on and let out a sigh as the warm water touched her skin. All the shower gels Lucien had, were meant for men, but that didn't matter. She washed herself over and over again, praying that her father wouldn't hate her. What would she do if he would? She had no idea. Right now, she needed to concentrate on getting this over with.

Finally, she forced herself to turn the water off and wrap a clean towel around her. Thankfully Lucien wasn't in the bedroom, he had placed her clothes on the bed. All her clothes except her panties. She got dressed as quickly as she could and cautiously walked out of the bedroom. Lucien was sitting at the table having breakfast.

"There you are," he hummed smiling. "Come, eat something."

She certainly had no appetite, she only wanted to go home.

"No, thank you," she stated, struggling to sound polite. "I would like to go home."

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine. My driver will take you."

"Thanks, but that's really not…"

"I insist," he cut in. "I want you to get home safely."

Right, sure. She wasn't going to argue about this, she only wanted to leave.

"Okay, thanks."

He got up and walked over to her.

"Well then… I suppose this is goodbye." He paused and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for the wonderful night."

Asshole… She gave him a glare and crossed her arms.

"Our deal…"

"How many times do I have to tell you; I'm not going to kill your family. Assuming they're smart enough for not to challenge me."

"What?" she gasped.

Lucien smiled.

"I won't kill them, unless they attack me. In that case I will of course defend myself."

Faith gritted her teeth; she really hated this man.

"If you tell my father…"

"Oh, I'm sure you can stop him from doing anything foolish," Lucien hummed. "You're a smart girl, sweetheart."

Faith didn't reply, she was furious. She straightened her back and looked at Lucien coldly.

"Goodbye, Mr. Castle. Have a nice life."

She turned around and marched out. The driver Lucien had mentioned was waiting for her downstairs, she got in the car without saying a word. The ride back to the compound felt too short, although she was relieved to be home. That feeling didn't last for long.

"Faith?" Freya's voice called as soon as she entered the compound. She turned to face her aunt who looked very serious.

"Yeah?"

"Could you come here, please."

Faith swallowed; she could tell that something was wrong.

"Have something happened…"

"Come here, please."

Reluctantly Faith followed her to the living room. Her whole family was there, all of them except her father looked at her as she entered the room. Klaus and Kol looked very tense.

"Hey," she murmured. "What…"

Then she saw it. The box on the coffee table. Her eyes widened as she saw the bloody sheet and… her panties. That son of a bitch. Her father was sitting on the armchair, staring in front of him with a blank expression. He had a letter in his hand.

"Dad?" she said as calmly as she could. "I… I…"

She had no idea what she was trying to say.

"Tell me it's not true," her father finally said. "Tell me you didn't…"

"It's alright," she assured quickly. "I'm fine, I swear…"

"Are you out of your bloody mind?" Klaus growled. "You made a deal with Lucien?!"

She swallowed, struggling to stay calm.

"For you. For all of you. I wanted you to be safe…"

Her father was suddenly on his feet. The look in his eyes made her flinch, she had never seen that kind of fury.

"That bastard is dead," he growled.