A/N: Okay, so I'm sorry for the delay on this one!

I still hope you're liking this story! Oh, and a fair warning: Yeah, the end of this chapter is... kinda cruel and gory. But we already had the suspicion who had captured Lisbon, and well... he hasn't changed, so to say. But read on! And let me know what you think when you're done!

Shout-out: Donnamour1969, thanks for beta-ing!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, only the idea for this story.

Patrick walked through the castle halls, when he felt a sudden nausea in his stomach. He sensed that something was wrong with Teresa within an instant, but he didn't know what.

-YulianaHenderson-

A sharp pain awoke Teresa. She tried to move, but found her hands were she looked around, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room, and was alone.

Now she would be here for a few days, for this was what her father had warned her of. Just give them what they want, then you will be released soon, he'd told her.

But she began to fear that she didn't know what they wanted; if she knew that, she wouldn't be here. She hoped her father and brothers were well. She undoubtedly couldn't live with the knowledge that they may be laying next to a road, dead.

She felt something in her hair, and noticed that Patrick's flower was still there. She was saddened, realizing this may be the last thing she could get from him.

-YulianaHenderson-

The Three Musketeers and King Minelli had been in shock. The attack happened in seconds, and they couldn't do anything about it.

James felt especially guilty. He could do it. He could fight the man that took his little sister, but he had just frozen up like a statue, and when he finally had the feeling he could move again, Teresa was already gone.

They decided to continue their way to the castle. Being here in the middle of nowhere was dangerous, and that danger got notably greater since one of them had been taken already.

James completely blamed their poor security. His father had thought that extra guards would be unnecessary. Of course it was necessary, especially now, since they-meaning Teresa and King Minelli-were close friends with other royals. They had twice the danger they would have had before this trip.

James hoped that Teresa's kidnappers would leave her alive.

-YulianaHenderson-

"What did you say, Your Majesty? Kidnapped?" Grace asked, when the King and his sons told her about what had happened.

Worry was clearly visible in her eyes and on her face. Her best friend was being held hostage, nobody knew where, or by whom. How could she not panic or be angry.

"I'm afraid so, Grace. We know nothing, either," Thomas said. For some reason, he, despite being the youngest of them all, was the only one able to say something.

She turned around and ran to the garden. Thomas sighed in frustration. Did he have to be the sanest person at this moment?

He excused himself from his father and brothers and followed Grace outside. Besides, fresh air would probably be best for him.

He saw that Grace was sitting on her and Teresa's claimed bench; they would always be sitting there if one was searching for the other. If only one of them were gone, Teresa would either be in her room, undertaking needlework or embroidery, or she would be in the chapel, praying for hours. Grace would be somewhere in the castle, attempting to clean something up, dancing around while she did so, or she would be out of the castle, visiting her aunt.

Thomas really liked her; he'd known her his entire life now. When Thomas had only been six years old, Teresa and Grace had had a tough time explaining that Grace wasn't officially a part of their family. They'd given up when the truth simply wouldn't stick with Thomas, and Grace had been his sister ever since. It was only last year he suddenly got a good working brain, it seemed, because he all of a sudden realized Grace couldn't possibly be his sister, since he and all others had dark hair, and Grace had beautiful red hair.

The two girls had laughed at his sudden realization, although they liked the idea of them being sisters. It would make perfect sense.

He sat down beside Grace and grabbed her hand.

"I promise you that I will find her. I will do everything I can-"

"If you are going to look for her, I want to come with you," Grace interrupted him. He stared at her, dumbfounded. That was not what she had planned to say, but now that she offered it, it didn't sound like a stupid idea. There was only one problem: he would not know where to look.

"Grace, I can't promise you or Teresa that I'll know where to find her."

"Well, at least try."

Thomas smiled.

"Aren't you a feisty one?" he asked, teasingly. She lifted one of her eyebrows, pretending to be confused.

"Didn't you know already?"

"Of course I did," he said, and hugged her. He could feel her body trembling all over, but he sensed that she was determined to find her best friend and surrogate twin sister.

-YulianaHenderson-

Thomas and Grace were busy preparing two horses. At dawn, they would go to the place their carriages had been attacked. Thomas hoped they would be able to find some traces of where the kidnappers had gone.

This was the moment that reading books would come in handy. He knew exactly what he was looking for if they got there.

Grace had put on men's clothes she'd borrowed from Thomas. It would only work against her if she went out in a dress.

When Thomas and Grace rode outside the safe walls of the castle, they were met by two men on white horses. Thomas immediately recognized them as two of King Bertram's knights: Sir Wayne and Sir Kimball.

"Prince Thomas, Prince Patrick sent us to see if Princess Teresa has arrived safely," Kimball stated, and judging from the way Thomas and Grace looked at each other, the two knights knew enough.

"What happened?" Wayne asked. Grace looked at Thomas for a reaction, but Thomas wasn't able to reply.

"When the king and his children were on their way to our castle, they were attacked, and the terrible person who did this took Princess Teresa with him," she explained, looking at Kimball, and then at Wayne. Her heart stopped for a moment. The man was utterly beautiful.

"May I ask who you are?" Kimball asked, to which Wayne shot his friend a death glare.

"You may. I'm Grace. I live with the family," she said, simply, and the two didn't seem to doubt that. In the few days since they'd known King Minelli, they knew he was a loving man. Taking a poor girl under his wing didn't seem like an illogical act coming from him.

"We were just going to the place of the attack, in the hope we could find clues of where Teresa is now," Thomas said, deciding he'd had enough of this introduction.

The rest nodded. Thomas pointed toward the road they were going to use, and the group began their trip. Grace and Thomas hoped they would be able to find Teresa because she meant everything to them. The two knights wanted to find her because they didn't want Prince Patrick to kill himself because of the loss of yet another woman in his life.

-YulianaHenderson-

Teresa felt tears streaming down her face, despite telling herself she wouldn't cry. Who would want to do this to her? She hadn't hurt anyone, hadn't even misbehaved. She had been a perfect princess, except when she had bedded Prince Patrick. There was only one man who hated Prince Patrick who was ready to kill everything and everyone that came close to Patrick-Red John.
Red John must be doing this.

She had to find a way out. She knew what had happened to his former family. She didn't want to join their fates at the hands of this devil.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Look!" Grace exclaimed, pointing at something that was on the ground that didn't belong there.

The group all stepped off their horses and walked closer.

Grace gasped as she saw what it was.

"That's...," she said, but she didn't want to say it. It would only confirm the fact that Teresa had been kidnapped by cruel people.

"What's that?" Thomas asked, but as soon as he looked down, he saw it as well. It was one of Teresa's shoes.

Grace quickly picked it up and put it in the bag she was carrying with her. She had the feeling it could bring them just a little bit closer to Teresa.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw Sir Wayne trying to calm her down.

"It's gonna be okay," he said. She smiled at him.

"I know; you don't have to say that three hundred times," she said, smiling. She saw him blushing, and patted his cheek.

"You needn't worry, Sir Wayne, I appreciate that you care about me," she said, and that put a smile on his face.

"Yes, lovebirds, are you done?" Kimball asked dryly. The two immediately nodded, and got back on their horses.

Thomas had found footprints, and they followed them into the woods.

-YulianaHenderson-

A silhouette appeared on the wall in front of Teresa. She gasped. The shadow approached her, slowly, threatening her, forbidding her to move.

She noticed she was holding her breath. She was about to meet the one that had imprisoned her, and she wasn't sure she would survive it.

"Well, hello, Your Majesty. Or, which name do you prefer? Princess Teresa of Tara? Future wife of Prince Patrick? Prince Patrick's lover?" the shadow asked, his voice pitched high. She refused to answer.

Much to her displeasure, he already knew too much about her.

"I know your name, Teresa. But as a true princess, shouldn't you introduce yourself?" he asked, innocently, and she swallowed.

An introduction of any sort wasn't as powerful if she was sitting on the floor, her hands and feet tied. Give him what he wants, Teresa. She bit her lower lip.

"I'm Teresa, Princess of Tara. Would you like to hear more?" she asked, and the shadow nodded. "I'm the only daughter of Virgil Minelli, King of Tara, and Lilia Briese, Princess of Toledo, later Queen of Tara. Since my birth, I've been betrothed to Patrick, Prince of Desmond, for political reasons. My brothers, if you must know, are Princes James, Michael and Thomas of Tara. And I'm sure they soon are going to find me!" she hissed.

She tried to move again, to loosen the straps, but to no avail.

"Shh, Teresa, no need to be so put out. Think about Patrick. Would he want you to be so angry?" he asked.

She groaned. "What do you know about us?"

"Oh? There is an us?" he asked, teasingly, and she cursed herself for letting that much slip.

"Since when have you changed your mind, dear Teresa? I can remember you as a little girl, proclaiming that your true prince on a white horse would come, and that he would not be Prince Patrick. You were unbelievably famous around the continent for that, disobeying your parents and your beliefs. What happened? Since when do you want to marry dear Patrick, my love?"

"I'm not your love," she said, quietly, and the shadow chuckled.

"You have no idea, Teresa, you have no idea," he whispered, and slowly approached her, sending shivers down her spine.

"What do you mean?" she asked. He chuckled again.

"I mean what you think I mean," he said, and kneeled down beside her, his breath tickling the skin of her neck. She felt new tears stinging her eyes.

"Get away from me," she quietly hissed through her tears.

When he placed a small kiss in her neck, she pushed him away with her shoulder. He landed on the floor, but within the dark shadow of his hooded cloak, she could see a small smile.

"A feisty one, aren't you? Patrick's taste has improved, if I may say so. Angela was too sweet; he needs someone who doesn't bore him. I already knew that Angela was going to get boring after a few years. I only made the decision for Patrick to kill them."

"You shouldn't have."

"But I did. What are you going to do about it, Teresa? Do you believe Patrick truly loves you?" he asked.

She closed her eyes. Did she? In their moments together, Patrick looked in love. But she knew so little about him. Maybe the man was a great actor.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Oh, Teresa darling, your feelings aren't mutual. Patrick is still in love with Angela, and you know you can't replace her. Did you really think you could?" Red John asked.

The tears now streamed down her face. How could she be so naïve? Of course Patrick didn't love her. Red John was right. There was only place for one woman in Patrick's life, no matter what he'd told her. Angela was his love, not Teresa. She couldn't compete with the happy memories of Angela and Charlotte.

"Oh, don't cry...Actually, do cry. You don't deserve Patrick, you know that full well. He's already had a wife; you're going to be his second one, and you know as well as I do that that's against the rules of the church, right? Now, don't get me wrong, Patrick deserves a happy life, but it's just not going to happen with you," he said, and pulled a knife out of his pocket to push it against her throat.

-YulianaHenderson-

A tall, young and beautiful woman approached Patrick. He knew who it was- Angela. Standing behind her was Charlotte.

They were clad in beautiful white dresses, ribbons everywhere. They looked stunning. Angela wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. It felt very surreal.

Charlotte pulled at his clothes, and he moved reluctantly away from Angela, looking down at his sweet little princess.

"Daddy, are you afraid?" Charlotte asked him, and he knelt down in front of her.

"Why would I be afraid, Lottie?" he asked. She brushed his cheek.

"Because Teresa is missing."

Jane thought about this.

"I should be scared, shouldn't I?" he asked her, and she nodded.

Angela came to stand behind Charlotte, placing her hands on her daughter's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, Patrick. We'll take care of her," Angela said, and Patrick jumped up.

"What do you mean?"

A finger touched his bare neck, and he immediately turned around. Teresa was standing there, dressed in the same dress as Angela, only longer, touching the floor.

"I love you, Patrick, and I always will. Don't forget me, please," she all but pleaded, placing a small kiss on his lips and coming to stand next to Angela, linking their hands.

"Do you mean tha...Teresa is...dead?" Patrick asked Angela. She shrugged.

"I don't have the slightest idea, Patrick; this is your dream. You may decide," she said, turning around, and Charlotte and Teresa followed her, into a big white tunnel.

"No! Teresa!" Patrick exclaimed.

And that was when he opened his eyes.

He sat up straight in his bed, panting heavily. Madeleine, the head maid, heard him and entered his room.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"I need to find Teresa!" he exclaimed, and jumped out of his bed, hastily managing to put on proper clothes. He really couldn't care less what he wore; the love of his life could be laying dead somewhere.

-YulianaHenderson-

After many hours, it became clear that looking for Teresa was hopeless, so the prince, the knights and the maid returned back to Minelli Castle to stay there for the night. It was getting dark already, and they would see nothing then.

Not that they wanted to stop, however. Grace was willing to search for Teresa the entire night.

Grace sat in Teresa's room, staring at her bed, remembering how they'd shared many nights there, talking about all sorts of things. Not about boys, for they were kept away from them, except for Teresa's brothers.

Teresa's father never understood that need to talk about things that didn't seem to be interesting. The girls had tried to explain it, but just like explaining to Thomas that Grace wasn't a royal, explaining to King Minelli how women's minds worked was hardly possible.

She walked over to the bed, and all but collapsed upon it.

"Tess, where are you?" Grace whispered, and fell into a dreamless slumber.

-YulianaHenderson-

Patrick realized that nobody knew where he was. They could be looking for him as well at this moment, but he didn't care. He had the feeling something bad had happened to Teresa, and he didn't want his biggest nightmare to become reality.

He knew Red John had been spying on him, had been since Patrick could remember. It wasn't usually that hard to spot, seeing as there were always men standing in bushes, watching him.

He had looked around before kissing Teresa in the halls, and later in the woods, but he hadn't seen anyone. It would seem that love had made him blind, that there had indeed been someone watching. A chill ran down his spine. Someone had been watching when he and Teresa had...Red John was really a sick man.

Patrick returned to the flower fields where he and Teresa had been, secretly hoping she might be there. Unfortunately, she wasn't, and he collapsed onto the ground. He didn't know if Wayne and Kimball had found her already, or if Teresa had escaped, herself. All he knew was that she had to get away from Red John soon, images of Angela and Charlotte's butchered bodies coming to his mind.

-YulianaHenderson-

"I'm going to punish Patrick by punishing you," Red John whispered in Teresa's ear, but she couldn't focus on what he was saying. She only noticed the knife almost cutting into her. He pulled up her dress until it was just above her knees, and placed the knife there.

"Showing love in public places is a sin," Red John said, cutting into her leg where Patrick had stroked her with his foot. She cried out in agony.

"Giving in to a woman's needs is a sin," he said, and cut into the insides of both her thighs, and she had a hard time staying conscious.

"Kissing in front of your father and other men, it can be called 'showing love in public places', but if you do, it would be less fun, wouldn't it?" he asked rhetorically. He began cutting on all the places he thought Patrick had kissed her: her arm, on the crook of her neck, her cheek, and finally, he arrived at her lips.

"Those beautiful lips, we wouldn't want to lose them, would we? Oh, such a pity," he whispered, and cut her lips. She fell to the floor.

Red John looked down on her unmoving body. All the more chance to make her look beautiful, he thought to himself, while he cut open her dress and started tracing the perfect outlines of her feminine body with the knife. He admitted, Patrick was really lucky this time. Teresa was everything a woman needed to be.

Maybe that was why he'd started to make Patrick's life miserable, because Patrick had always gotten the beautiful women, and John had not.

He cut Teresa's stomach in just the right place so that she wouldn't die yet.

Another cut, just above the first one.

He continued until there were seven cuts, although he didn't know what that might resemble. He cut open the ties Teresa had around her wrists and ankles, seeing as she was about to die and couldn't possibly run away.

When he was just about to cut her neck, killing her at last, she suddenly jumped up, knocking him against the wall, causing him to lose consciousness. She felt dizzy, and a sharp pain wrenched her stomach. Teresa looked down at it. She was bleeding heavily, but she would try to escape this...house.

When she arrived outside, she had no idea where she was, how late it was, or if there was anyone nearby, but she started running, the cuts on her body aching more and more the further she ran, stumbling because of the tension and pain in her stomach. She was ready to throw up, but still, she kept running.

A/N: No, I wasn't really sure about the end of this chapter. I first thought that it wasn't realistic to be running with cuts like that. But then I saw the same on a Dutch TV show, and I found that it was possible. Lisbon wants to survive, so she has more strength than before :D.

I can't promise when I'm going to upload next chapter. My life depends on Donna regarding this story, and since she has a life and I don't, it can take a little longer until she checks my story. But no worries! :D

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