Disclaimer: Again. Don't own characters you recognize just so you know

A/N: Thank you for the review, wiccan-gal, I appreciate it. And yes, I figured the Spanish would give it a Cuban spice to it Gotta love thank you, Violet Aiken, yes I was sad about Javier but it was required so Keira would want to go back to Cuba…and yes her mother is Katey. Guess I should have specified that…

WARNING: There is a very mild rape scene but nothing much happens so just to warn you before you read ahead, there is a very small rape scene.

Well on with Chapter 3:.

.:Keira's POV:.

All that day, I wandered the streets of Havana. Mother would have killed me if she had known I did such an unsafe thing. But I knew how to take care of myself and Cuba was usually pretty calm during the day now that more police patrolled the streets. Especially where I walked, because it was all American tourist areas. Elisa had promised she would show me around true Cuba when she got off work. She said she would bring me to a Cuban Club, which made my heart fly up into my throat. That was the whole thing I came here for.

I walked by one of the hotels and saw Pablo outside in a squared off area. Latin music danced through the air and Pablo was instructing some American tourists on dance steps. I walked over to the fence of the hotel and stood there, watching Pablo dance effortlessly. He looked so fluid while he moved, that I forgot entirely how mean he had been to me during my time here.

I watched him the remainder of the lesson and then turned and began walking down the street again. I could feel his eyes on me and could guess what he was probably thinking. 'Stupid American.' He was probably thinking, watching me walk. He called out my name, and I turned around, a bit surprised.

He caught up to me, drying his sweaty face off with a towel he slung over his shoulder. "I apologise for my behaivior this morning. It is rumour that Americans killed my father so I have a distaste for them." He said in his heavy Cuban accent. He smelled of sweat and sea salt and I forgot that I was angry at him for a while. "Bien yo no soy Americano. Así que debemos ser capaces de llevarsese, Pablo." 'Well I am no American. So we should be able to get along, Pablo.' I retorted, fixing the scarf around my neck and then continuing on my way. I heard him call my name but he didn't chase after me so I just kept going.

.:Pablo's POV:.

I sighed heavily and headed back home. 'Good luck getting back on your own.' I thought to myself bitterly. I knew Elisa had invited Keira to 'La Rosa Negra', the popular dance club my sister and I went to. It had been in business since the late 50's. I remembered the owner of the club telling me about two dancers there back when the club had just started. A fully bred Cuban had found love with an Ameircan during the Rebellion and they had been the King and Queen of 'La Rosa Negra' before the woman had to return to America. There hadn't been a King and Queen since then.

I wondered if those two people still lived. I loved to dance more than anything and would have loved to meet the last true King and Queen of 'La Rosa Negra'.

I watched Keira turn a corner and some local roughians step away from a coffee shop and start to follow Keira. I cursed and trotted in the direction Keira had gone. I hadn't watched where I was going and collided with an old woman carrying laundry and fell over, all tangled up in her now dirty lanundry. She yelled at me the whole time I tried to disentangle myself from the clothes. I yelled back and finally managed to get myself clear of the laundry. I began running down the street, hearing Keira cry out in shock.

.:Keira's POV:.

I cried out in pain when I was tossed to the ground and landed on my wrist. I had fallen in a puddle and my bottom and side was now all wet. Three men sneered with laughs. One of them, the leader, I assumed, spoke. "Las chicas bastante estropeadas quieren que usted no deba vagar las calles sólo." 'Pretty spoiled girls like you shouldn't roam the streets alone.' I held my wrist to me and tried to get away. The other two men grabbed me and tried to hold me down as I kicked and attempted to scream. One of them covered my mouth so my screams were muffled and the other twisted my sore wrist.

I struggled and tried to get away and the leader grabbed my hair and hit my head on the ground to attempt to get me to stop struggling. My temple began throbbing and I slowly stopped struggling, my vision black around the corners. I felt hands fumble at the buttons on my shirt and let out a low whimper, defenseless.

After several minutes, I realized someone was trying to help me up. I tried to fight and found that my hands weren't held down any more. I tried to push the insistent hands away but a calm voice soothed me in smooth Spanish. My vision began clearing and I saw Pablo kneeling in front of me, the three men unconscious behind him.

Sobbing with relief, I hugged Pablo without realizing what I was doing and sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed my back gently and the back of my head and whispered soothing words into my ear. When I could cry no more, I pulled back and wiped my eyes. Pablo saw my scarf nearby and gently, with steady hands, tied the scarf back around my neck. I gave him a faint smile. "Thanks. I guess Cuba isn't as safe as I figured." I said with a sheepish laugh.

Pablo smiled and helped me to my feet. "Not for women as beautiful as you." He replied and I went pink. "Come. I will bring you back home." He said gently and put his arm around my waist, leading me out of the alley the men had pushed me into. I held my wrist close to me and walked beside Pablo, who just constantly spoke, keeping me calm and even making me giggle a few times.

He led me back to his house and sat me down in the kitchen. He wet a cloth and gently cleaned a cut on the side of my head I hadn't noticed until he wiped the blood away. He applied some hydrogen peroxide so the cut wouldn't get infected and blew softly on the cut.

I thanked him and he merely smiled and suggested that I stayed inside until he and Elisa could show me around proper Cuba.

A/N: Well yet another chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews and keep reading and reviewing! I'll try to put up another Chapter as soon as possible. Adiós for now