Soft footsteps echoed down the hallway. I lay perfectly still in my bed, trying to figure out who it was. Surely if it was Sebastian I wouldn't be able to hear him at all, but it definitely wasn't Erika. The footsteps stopped outside my door and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. My phone buzzed loudly, making me cringe. Reaching out I opened it to stop the noise. It was a text from Emma, wondering if I was coming to school today. Sighing in defeat I texted her back saying that I was, since I knew she was impatient and would just text me again if I didn't reply. The door creaked open and I quickly shoved my phone under the covers to hide the light. Someone's breath tickled my neck and I shuddered.

"I know you're awake young mistress, there's no need to pretend otherwise." I let out the air I'd been holding in and sat up slowly.

"Sebastian, don't scare me like that!" I whined as he stepped away from the bed.

"My apologies. I thought you would like the information I gathered last night." He held out a manila folder in his hands. Snatching it from his hands I flipped through it while he turned on the light.

"You sure did find a lot of information." The shock was evident in my voice, considering the failure of other information collecting missions.

"Yes, well, this sort of information is much more readily accessible than the other things we've been looking for."

"Of course it is." I muttered bitterly, throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed. After making shooing motions at Sebastian I dropped the folder on my bed, promising myself I would read it later. Padding quietly into the bathroom I grabbed a bar of soap and tried one last time to wash off the imitation contract pentagram. To my utmost surprise, this time it actually worked. As I dried my arm I smiled, already feeling that today would be a good day.

-Time Skip-

I wandered over to the bench, dumping my bag and stretching my arms high above my head to relieve the tension after my first two classes of the day. No-one else had made it out yet, so I headed out the gate to check on Grell. Strangely enough he wasn't there.

"Did his mission finally end?" I wondered out loud. As I turned to go back into the school a hand clamped over my mouth and a wave of Greek flowed through my head as they muttered something. Opening my mouth I took a deep breath, inhaling the unmistakable scent of chlorophyll.

"Oh shit, not again." The words floated around my head before my vision went hazy.

-Time Skip-

When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was a masked man setting up a video camera. Looking down I realised that I was indeed once again tied to a chair in an unknown location for an unknown location. The man behind the camera made some hand gestures and said something I couldn't quite hear. The camera turned to face me and another man stepped beside me, holding a knife. A light glowed green on the camera and he started speaking.

"Η Ruma θα ήθελε να αντιμετωπίσει το βασιλιά και τη βασίλισσα της Ελλάδα." He began, holding the knife uncomfortably close to my neck. The language sparked a memory in my head, but I couldn't place it. "Έχουμε μαζί μας εδώ την εγγονή της σημερινής βασίλισσας." I turned to look at him, violet eyes wide in panic.

"Hey, what's going on?" I cried, scared, but also surprised that I could talk. He ignored me and continued speaking.

"Τα αιτήματά μας είναι απλά. Είμαστε δυσαρεστημένοι με τον κανόνα σας και θέλετε για να παραιτηθεί. Εάν δεν συμμορφωθεί ..." Suddenly he cut off and turned to me, brandishing the knife threateningly. He slashed my side and I screamed in pain as blood blossomed on my white shirt. Turning back to the camera he continued his speech. "Αν δεν συμμορφωθούν τότε κάτι πολύ χειρότερο θα συμβεί σε αυτήν." The camera operator said something and the guy wielding the knife smirked evilly. I closed my eyes tightly against the pain. "Θα θέλετε, ακόμη και πίσω μετά από αυτό;" He wondered aloud to the camera. Wiping the blood off the blade he turned his back to the camera.

"Sebastian this is an order. Save me!" I cried, pentagram glowing purple under my sleeve. A scream burst from my lungs as I felt the man slash my forehead multiple times. I struggled to stay still and tears streamed from my eyes. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash so I cracked open one eye. Sebastian was dealing with the stabber, but the camera man took one look, grabbed the footage and ran for it. There was a thump and the man fell to the floor. Sebastian quickly untied me and picked me up gently in his arms.

"You should have called for me sooner." He pointed out. I glared at him, hand clutching my bleeding side.

"Don't go there." I warned him before whimpering in pain. "I need help." I muttered faintly, struggling to hold on.

When Sebastian reached the mansion there was already a doctor waiting inside.

"Place her on the couch." She directed, pointing to the couch she had gotten Erika to cover with old sheets. I groaned at the seemingly sudden change in altitude. She knelt down beside me and rolled up my shirt to examine the damage. "You really would be better off taking her to a hospital." She told Sebastian. Fists clenched by my sides I protested quietly.

"Isn't it more important that she be treated quickly as opposed to being moved once again?" Sebastian replied calmly. The doctor frowned, obviously not happy.

"Well the cut isn't as deep as it seems, although it will still need stitches." My eyes flew open.

"No stitches!" I cried weakly, remembering my last experience with stitches.

"Are you sure?" I nodded furiously, cringing when more blood ran into my right eye. "Well I can bandage it and stop the bleeding, but it will take longer to heal and it will be more delicate during the healing process."

"I don't care." I moaned, grabbing the sheet when she pressed a wadded up ball of cloth against the cut. "As long as there aren't any stitches."

"You're a stubborn one aren't you?" She told Sebastian to hold me up slightly off the couch so she could wrap the bandages around my stomach. I clenched my teeth together, refusing to cry out. The doctor pulled the bandage tight and taped it in place. She taped it in several other places, securing the padding and bandages. Sebastian lowered me back onto the couch and I sighed in relief at being on a level surface again.

"Okay then, time to take a look at your forehead." She carefully pulled back the bloodied strands of hands hair from the cuts. Sebastian's expression changed to slight amusement and the doctor gasped in shock.

"What's wrong now?" I murmured. She shook her head slightly and got out some disinfectant. Dipping a cotton ball into the solution she dabbed it on the cuts, making my head sting. She cleaned the blood off my face then cut some smaller strips from the bandages to put over it.

"Just keep still for a little while longer." She requested; reassuring me it wouldn't be much longer. Gently she positioned the bandages on my forehead before taping them down. "All done." She confirmed. I relaxed and unclenched my fists.

"Thank you for your assistance doctor." Sebastian said formally, bowing slightly. She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly before turning back to me.

"You should take it easy and rest for a couple of days before you even consider moving too much." I nodded, thoughts already drifting as exhaustion set in. When I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore I submitted to sleep and let Sebastian and Erika deal with the doctor.

-Time Skip-

The tinny sound of voices coming from the television brought me back. Groggily I opened my eyes and focused on the TV. The news was playing, so I guessed it was around 6 o'clock.

"Breaking news! Late this afternoon we received some shocking footage from a rebel group based in Greece." The announcer stated. "They took a hostage and seemed to be asking for a rather extreme ransom. We should warn the viewers that the footage is violent in some areas." They rolled the footage and the interpreters monologue voice came on.

"The Ruma would like to address the King and Queen of Greece. We have with us here today the granddaughter of the Queen. Our demands are simple. We are unhappy with your rule and wish for you to step down. If you do not comply…" There was a scream and I looked away from the TV. "If you do not comply, something much worse will happen to her. Will you even want her back after this?" More screaming, then a black figure invaded the screen before the video cut off. The news announcers appeared back on the screen.

"As of yet we have been unable to identify the girl in the video, but any information viewers have would be welcomed." I grinned sadly.

"I guess it's a good thing that none of my friends watch the news." Lying still I listened to the news, for a lack of something else to do. There was a story about an earthquake somewhere in Asia.

"During the last ten minutes we have had an influx of emails from people claiming to know the identity of the kidnap victim." My body tensed up and I tried to sit, mumbling a stream of curses when a gentle but firm hand held me down.

"Let go." I demanded angrily.

"I can't do that mistress. The doctor said you mustn't move, and I can't have you dying on me." Glaring into his red eyes I let him push me back onto the couch.

"The emails all appear to be saying the same thing. The kidnap victim is apparently a local girl by the name of Jasmine Dionysus. Since we have no idea of her current condition it would be helpful if anyone who sees her could report to the police." I grabbed Sebastian's arm before he left.

"Get me the phone." He nodded and I let go of his arm. Moments later he returned, carrying a sleek black portable phone. I snatched it from his hands and quickly began to dial the number for the news stations complaints department. The phone rang for several minutes, and I was about to hang up and try again when someone finally answered.

"TV 3 complaints department, how may I help you?" A bored male voice poured down the line as he repeated his scripted lines.

"What do you think you're playing at, revealing my identity on national television like that? Isn't that against the law or something?" I raged angrily through the phone. There was a shocked gasp.

"Umm…" he swallowed hesitantly. "Would you be that Jasmine girl who was just on the news then?"

"Well done." I praised, voice laced with sarcasm. "I'm glad you're not a complete idiot. Aw who am I kidding?" My expression changed as I dropped the sarcastic pretence. "You screwed up my life!" After screaming the last sentence I hit the end button, hanging up on the poor scared guy. Sebastian skilfully caught the phone when it slipped from my hand. Switching the TV off I lay back on the couch, eyes closed in frustration.

"Sebastian, take me to my room." I begged quietly.

Lying in bed with my back up against a stack of pillows I leafed through the manila folder from this morning. Picking out a page at random I studied it carefully, absorbing the information.

"Tony Furtelli." I murmured his name as I read his file. "He sounds like an Italian mafia boss." Grinning bitterly I picked up another page. It turned out that Tony had a criminal record, yet for some unknown reason the mayor still promoted him to head of security. "I bet he's regretting that decision now." I leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as the papers fluttered to the floor. The ironic smirk faded from my face when I closed my eyes, drifting off into a black oblivion.

A/N: Okay okay okay shoot me if you will BUT I swear on my life that she will NEVER get kidnapped again! It just had to happen, don't ask me why. Next upload... umm... eventually? I'm kinda stressed out right now waiting to find out who gets to go to Canada for school exchange. So yeah, I'll update when I can. Phew *hides behind bullet-proof glass in case they actually do try and shoot me* I'm thinking that, by the looks of things that a special visitor from the Black Order will show up in chapter 6, fingers crossed.
Jasmine sure does sleep a lot aye. We'll have to remedy that :P