Chapter 3

I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the unfamiliar place around me. Where was I?

I yawned, trying to sit up in the extremely soft bed, struggling to kick the duvet and pillows away from my tired body.

How did I get here? I don't remember falling asleep in this room. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't remember falling asleep at all!

I felt my mind racing. Was I kidnapped? Where was Sean, he promised he'd protect me!

I took a deep breath, trying to get my heartbeats under control and started looking at every detail of the unfamiliar room.

The walls were champagne-colored and the windows were covered by beautiful, white curtains.

My head jerked towards the wooden door when I heard a loud bump-noise from the other side. I started breathing more rapidly, jumping out of bed when I saw my luggage standing in the corner of the room.

I zipped the duffel bag open, retrieving the pistol and loading it.

I slowly walked to the door and opened it, expecting to see someone who obviously came to illuminate me.

Instead I was greeted by the smell of, strange enough, food. I didn't let my guard down, though. I slowly and silently walked down the hallway which, I assume, lead to the kitchen. Relying on my sense of smell, I followed the aroma and reached a door that was standing half-open.

I inhaled deeply, and pushed the door open and aimed the gun at the person who suddenly turned around.

The person grabbed a gun out of the nearest drawer and aimed it back at me. The person lowered the gun automatically and sighed. I tried to focus my, tired, eyes on the person and saw that it was not an enemy, but Sean. I didn't lower my gun yet, though.

"Alex! Damn it, do you want me to kill you? Don't sneak up on me like that!" He gave me a half-hearted smile and returned the gun to its place. "I'm not really going to kill you, you know. You can lower your gun now." He said and eyed me strangely.

"Where are we?" I asked, my eyes never leaving his.

"Last time I checked, the Pierce' safe house." He said, raising his eyebrow.

"I don't remember getting here. How do I know you didn't kidnap me?" I asked, not even sure why I would assume that he kidnapped me.

"Well, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, you shouldn't remember getting here, because you fell asleep on our way here. I carried you to the master bedroom and I slept on the couch," He explained and I felt really guilty for letting him sleep so uncomfortably. "And If I kidnapped you, why I'm I making you breakfast?" He continued, tilting his head.

"Breakfast?" I asked.

"Yep, so if you don't mind..." He asked, looking down to my gun that was still pointed at him. I, without further conflict, lowered the weapon and put it down on the counter.

"Sorry 'bout that." I said, lifting myself up to sit on the counter next to him.

"No need to apologies. I'm sure waking up in a totally unfamiliar place, not knowing when or how you got there, could be a little worrying." He said, not making eye contact with me while he broke the eggs into the frying pan. It smelled really good.

"Sunny side up?" He asked.

"Yes. Thank you." I said quickly and he looked up.

"You know, you should relax more. You're way to tense." He said, shaking his head as he placed to slices of bread into the toaster.

"Can you blame me? I'm being hunted and one, only one, wrong move and everyone I love, dies, including me. Sorry for not being chilled." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He turned around and walked over to me.

He stood less than a meter away and I could smell his cologne. He just looked at me, his expression blank, unreadable.

"What?" I asked, starting to feel a little nervous.

He suddenly frowned and grabbed my arm. He pulled me closer so our faces were merely inches apart. I tried to object to the sudden closeness, but when I saw the seriousness in his eyes, I bit my tongue. I just swallowed.

"Now, you listen to me and listen good, okay? I'm only going to say this once and God help me, I will abide by it. I will NOT that anyone touch you. Nikita and Michael and your sweet, little Birkhoff, all of them, they will be safe as long as you are here. I will not let anyone lay a finger on you, Alex. I will protect you. I...I won't lose you too...You got that?" He asked and I felt my heart break, trying to fight the tears forming in my blue eyes.

I nodded.

"Good." He said, letting his grip on my arm go before turning away just in time to see that the eggs and bacon were ready, as well as the toast. He prepared everything. I would've offered my help, but I was to taken aback by the words he spoke, which were still repeating themselves in my head.

Before I could wipe the still present tears waiting to spill out of my eyes, away, he pulled out the dining table chair, telling me to come sit down. I did as told and he pushed my chair in, placing a glass f freshly-squeezed orange juice in front of my plate, making his way out of the room.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked, hoping that he would turn around.

"Not hungry." He said and that was all answer I heard as he paced down the hall to the study. I sighed and looked down at the breakfast he prepared for me.

Why did I all of the sudden feel so guilty...and I'm not talking about the guilty feeling I had when I heard that he had to sleep on the couch. I frowned.

Hey guys! I know this chapter was short but I just felt I had to put that scene in. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate it! You guys rock. R&R please!