Disclaimer: Same as last chapter. No profit, etc.

Author: J.A.K

Rating: PG-15

Summary: What would you do if your sister's rapist turned out to be your soulmate? This is the story of a girl who had to answer that question.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but I have a reason. College started on the 2nd of September and now's the only chance I've gotten a break. Things should be flowing pretty nicely from this point anyway 'cause I know the exact direction in which this story is headed.

Mad Angel- Here's the more that you requested. And about the ending of that last chapter…Kailand's confused isn't he? Giving her clothes one minute- then completely dissing her the next. What a shame.

Sharmeen- Ah…my faithful reviewer thanks for thinking it's turning into a masterpiece and thanks- as always- for reviewing.

Risrana- You like the concept? Thanks, 'cause I think a lot of people see the word rape and think "eew" that's nasty. But if they only knew that this story is not anything like what anybody thinks. Thanks for the review.

Terriah- The answer of whether or not he's accepting his feelings isn't clear even to me. I just write how I believe he would react if this universe really existed. Basically I'm trying to keep it as realistic as possible.

Enough of my blabbering...on with the story!

#Chapter Eight#

Ms. Lanai

The first thought that came to my mind as it returned from its state of unconsciousness was how and when did a war start in the mansion? A million other such things swirled around my head as I heard the footsteps of what sounded like a thousand running feet, pounding against richly carpeted floors. I sprung up and stayed seated at an almost comical ninety degree angle. As my eyes focused on the closed door, I contemplated my limited options of the things I could do to respond to what was readily becoming a scary situation.

Shouts of "Check the rooms, check the rooms," were coming from the hallway.

Needless to say, I wasn't shocked when three dangerous looking men dressed in all black burst through the heavy wooden door telling me they were ordered to take me to a safer location.

"Lord Kailand told us that the best way we could serve him was to serve you," The three exchanged glances, each competing with the other for most contemptuous glare "as much as that pains us to bow down to a human."

I felt very familiar indignation rise to the surface of my stomach, bubble up my throat, and pass through my lips.

"I'm so sorry that helping me gives you physical pain, but let me assure you that, at this point I couldn't have it any other way." I let those words drop at the exterior of three very shocked ears. Perhaps like Kailand, no human had ever spoken to them like that.

I continued on with my false niceties by adding a smile and a mocking curtsy. I waited for them to reply, but they appeared to be caught in a temporary state of paralysis. Seeing my opportunity, I sustained my position by taking the initiative and gesturing towards the outside of the room with a great flourish of my arms.

"I think it's more than obvious that I don't know where I'm going so I believe the polite thing for me to say is...after you."

When they still didn't move, I passed out the door, and stepped corridor into the hallway awaiting the course of action the guards would take. A shiver slowly crept through my body when I heard three very feral sounding growls accompanied by a loud "we can't kill her or we'll lose our jobs."

There were noises of what sounded like a half-hearted struggle as flesh met against flesh.

"Fuck the job. It's the end of the freaking world. If I killed her, I could be three blocks away from this house and Lord Kailand would never find me. There's too much confusion."

"You want to bet your life on it?"

I felt tiny beads of perspiration form underneath my brow while I waited three whole beats for the offended man to reply. If I hadn't been straining my ears to hear, I would have missed the soft but disgruntled mutterings of assurances he gave.

Not sticking around to find out if he was actually appeased by his companion's logical arguments of reason, I took off with break neck speed, up the hall of the now silent corridor and down the stairs.

I don't know how I got so far away from them, or perhaps how they got so far behind me, but I know it took nearly ten seconds for them to catch my trail, by which time I had already smacked right into the back of my one-time savior.

His stance was tense at best. His overcast face matched his demeanor, and the eyes that stared back at me were pure silver. I reflected almost absently, that silver must be the color his irises assume whenever he's upset or angry. His change of clothes allowed him to do the impossible and actually look better from when last I'd seen him. If the situation wasn't so serious, I might have forgotten what he did to me earlier and let myself indulge in a short kiss; because with the roman-like structure of the living room as the backdrop for his inhumanly good looks, he looked like a knight from some grim fairytale, standing proudly as he was about to sweep whichever damsel was in distress, right off her feet.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Those barely checked words brought me back to reality.

He stepped closer to me leaving hardly any space between us. "Why aren't my guards with you?"

Before I could open my mouth, three blurred figures came to an abrupt stop directly in front of us. I watched as Kailand's glare left my face and became focused on them instead.

"Why is she here when I gave you specific orders to take her away from this site?"

The three of them tripped and stumbled over each others words, as they quickly searched for a way to explain my presence.

Clarification was made when the shortest one stepped forward. His hair was an auburn color and his eyes were brown.

"My Lord, this would never have happened had Rolland not tried to kill her."

There was a menacing way with which Kailand approached them, and I thought how unfortunate it was for this Rolland person that he didn't understand that our lives were connected, and that he had unwittingly tried to kill his own superior.

"He tried to what?"

"Kill her," he said, glancing over his shoulder for added effect.

Kailand had been giving the aforementioned heated and disbelieving eyes, but suddenly he switched his attention to all of them.

"So she ran away." He folded his arms and looked heavenward as a ripple of amusement passed over his features. "Are you trying to tell me that she outran you three?"

Embarrassment was the most telling emotion that arose from them, but luckily for ego's, they didn't have to answer his question. The loud echo of footsteps hitting assimilated wooden floors, followed by shouts of "bloody hell" responded for them.

Ten or so identically dressed people came storming into the room; two of which were holding a squirming man in their grasp.

Kailand turned away from Rolland and his clueless entourage, towards Thierry who had just joined the foray. His clothes were disheveled and his hair slightly mussed.

"What's happening?" He turned inquiring and confused eyes towards his cousin. "I was sleeping when I heard what sounded like the French Revolution break out in this house?" His face simulated that of a concerned question waiting to be answered. "I thought we were being attacked."

"Maybe we are."

Kailand's previous amusement was still lingering when he turned back to the man that was held captive.

"Identify yourself."

The man's knees were almost touching the ground and his head hung low, obscuring his face from everyone's line of vision.

When the silence stretched on, he was given a sharp kick in his side by the man who held his right arm.

"Answer when you're spoken to."

Anxiety mixed with laughter rang through the taut air.

What could he possibly find so amusing at a time like this. Did he have a death wish? I turned and fixed my gaze on Kailand's relaxed form.

As I watched the differing emotions pass over his features and the concentration which arrested his face, I knew they were communicating with each other telepathically.

"Let him up."

"But my Lord-'

Kailand folded his arms and leaned against the back of one of his many chairs.

"It's alright." He smirked "I know who he is."

The two guards exchanged glances, before releasing their charge.

The once laughing man stood up while rubbing his wrists. He had a mischievous quality about him, combined with a manner that could only be described as charming. He also looked like he just got out of SoHo as he was dressed in blue faded jeans, with a navy blue sweater and a striped shirt underneath. Merge that with his dark brown shoes and a devilish smile, and you had a born and bred looking Manhattaneite.

"About bloody time." His accent told me that he was English.

"You?" That incredulous cry came from Thierry.

The man stepped forward giving his former capturers dirty looks.

"Of course it's me," he pointed to himself "who else could it be?"

His lips spread and he released what was closer to an extremely sexy grin than a smile.

The force of his grin, however, was somewhat lessened when he glanced from me to Kailand.

He carelessly shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess you can't wait to hear why I broke into fort Knox to chat up you boys and girls?"

Kailand's brow became furrowed, and a look of reproach saddled the plains of his face.

"Why boys and girls?" he pushed off from the chair that was partially supporting his weight and stood on his own two feet, arms hanging at his sides. "She doesn't have anything to do with this."

The English man's eyes traveled slowly over my body and then left me to stare at Kailand.

"She's got everything to do with it mate."

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