Hey everyone here's the next chapter. Glad you're all intrigued.

Spencer looked into the mirror examining herself. She was wearing a uniform from the prep-school that she crashed in front of the week before. The brunette looked at the stitches on her bottom lip.

Great, She thought before reaching for her phone. The screen read one new text.

Hey girl how's the UK?

-Lib

She sighed before texting back.

It's ok, but it's not Cali. I miss you guys a lot, text me later time for prep school ugh...

Spencer put her phone in her bag and grabbed her skate board. She walked down stairs to see that her dad had made her breakfast. She picked up a piece of bacon and ate it.

"Dad I'm off to school, love you."

"Love you too, have fun on your first day."

"Doubt it," She said before walking through the door and skating to the school. When she got there people wouldn't stop staring at her stitches or her skate board. She looked the paper she got with her new classes on it and she was lost. The bell had rung five minutes ago.

Ok fuck this shit. Spencer thought walking out of the door and getting on her skate board. I'm gonna go find something to do. She pushed away from the school and glided down the street.

All she did was skate around the city until she found a bus. When she got on it she noticed it didn't smell like any other bus she'd been on... it smelled and looked clean. She sat near a window as an old lady gave her an odd look.

Spencer rode on her skate board and bus most of the day until she realized she was lost... in the middle of nowhere. She looked around and saw a large house, if she could find out where she was then she could use the GPS on her phone. She jumped on her board and rode to the house as quickly as she could.

Spencer heard her phone ring and looked down.

Hello darling how is your prep school in London are there bitches there? Love G

The brunette smiled and quickly texted back. There are some but no one is bitcher than you and me Greg, how's the gang holding up?

Just as she looked up she noticed the big iron gate, she gasped and placed her arms over her face ready for a crash. When she didn't make contact with anything after a few seconds she looked up then behind her. Spencer's jaw dropped she'd gone right through it. Looking down at her phone it had gone black, after pressing the power button over and over and it still not turning on she was very confused. When she got to the door she picked up her skate board and knocked on the door.

"Hello," She yelled before the door slowly opened. Ohkaaayy. "Hello," Spencer said before walking into the house. "Is anyone here? Hello?"

She sharply turned when she heard the door slam behind her. Fear ran through her body it was just like when her mother put her in that institution. She ran to the door and started pulling on the handle.

"Let me out, LET. ME. OUT!" Spencer said yelling at the door. "FUCK!" She said throwing her skate board at it extremely frustrated.

"Excuse me miss," She heard a small squeaky voice say. Spencer turned around and saw nothing... until she looked down. She screamed in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?"

"I'm Tabby the house elf,"

"An elf, like from Lord of The Rings? Wait if you're an elf shouldn't you be tall, handsome and have long blonde hair?"

"No miss elves are like me,"

"Why are you wearing a pillow case?"

"This is Tabby's uniform if Master gives me clothes then I'll be freed."

A huge rush of relief fell over her as well as more confusion.

"Listen I have to get home my phone broke," She said holding up the phone. "And I have to get home or else my dad's gonna be super pissed."

"I'll get Master Malfoy," The elf said before scurrying away.

This day just got hella weird Liz and Greg are gonna have to hear about this. She thought before she started walking around the house. There were marble floors and paintings all around. Damn this is a nice place if my fucking phone worked I could take pictures. Spencer walked into another elegant room and walked by the paintings. She stopped at one and looked up at the painting of a man that looked familiar but she couldn't remember where from. Running her tongue over her stitches then it hit her he looks like a blonde guy she saw the day she moved here.

"If only you could tell me what's going on," She said turning and looking out the window.

"My disgrace of son is under house arrest," A silky voice said Spencer turned at looked at the painting. "And he needs a muggles acceptance to be freed."

"Did you just-" She said before fainting. A few minutes later she heard voices talking as she regained consciousness. Spencer looked up and saw a man talking to the painting, and it was talking back, her vision went blurry again before fading to black.

It was late in the afternoon and Lucius was in his study staring blankly at the mirror on his desk. It had showed him the vision of a young muggle girl running into a sign. He hadn't looked at it since. Just then he decided to pick it up.

"Show me the girl," He drawled looking into it. It shined blue for a moment then the girl appeared in the mirror. She turned sharply and her face went pale as she mouthed words before her green eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell to a marble floor.

Curious, He thought looking at the mirror. Lucius realized where she was when Tabby stepped into the mirror leaning over to her. He stood outraged, how dare a muggle come into his house. He stormed down stairs and into the room. Tabby stood and moved away from her quickly.

"What is she doing here?"

"Master I don't know," The elf said timidly.

"Lucius," A familiar drawl said above him.

"What father?" He snapped to the painting.

"She is a muggle she could be the one to help you out of this predicament that you found yourself in."

"She's going to leave as soon as she regains consciousness,"

"Fine then stay in this house till you die,"

He snarled at his father before looking at the girl unconscious on the floor. Lucius tentatively walked over to her she was unusually pale and she felt clammy. She was beautiful... for a muggle.

"Tabby get a bowl of cold water and a rag,"

"Yes master," As soon as she left he lifted her to the leather couch. Lucius examined her heart shaped face, there was a scar by her eye brow and what looked like thread stitched below her lip. Once Tabby returned with the bowl and the wet rag he lightly dabbed her forehead with it. A while later her eyes fluttered open to reveal green orbs.

"Where am I?" She groaned.

"You are in The Malfoy Manor, my home."

"Well it's a fucking great house, good sturdy floors... very sturdy. Do you have a bucket?"

"No," He said questioningly.

"Can I see that trash can?" Lucius nodded as she grabbed it. She stuck her head in it before hurling. "Thank you. Sorry I just had the weirdest dream, about talking paintings and an elf. Did you find me out by the gate?"

"No he didn't," The painting said again. "And that was no dream my dear."

The girls face grew even paler than before.

"Please someone start explaining." She said looking up. Spencer was absolutely terrified she didn't know what happened. This has to be a dream from the anesthetic. The man in the painting started to open his mouth. "Not you painting man."

"My name is Abraxas,"

"Oh god this is too freaky I'm getting the fuck out of here," She said standing up and walking to the door only to be jerked back by a tall handsome man with platinum blonde hair.

"You're not going anywhere,"

"Let go of me,"

"No," He said darkly fear spread through her body as he tightened the grip on her arm. "You see you are the ticket to my freedom."

"I don't know what you mean,"

"You aren't going anywhere."

"Let me go you fuckin' creep people are waiting for me." She yelled trying to pull away from him. He jerked her up the stairs and opened a room struggling with her before pushing her inside and closing the door. She stood and started hitting the door. "LET ME OUT!"

Spencer put her back to the door and slid down it pulling out her phone and trying to turn it back on but it wouldn't work.

"Fuck a moose," She said throwing it on the ground.

Lucius locked her in the room and listened as she hit the door suddenly it stopped and he heard a light thump. He'd leave her in there for a few hours by then maybe she'd calm down. By the time he went back to her room he heard her tapping on the door.

"Excuse me... um whatever your name is... do you happen to know how to take out stitches?" He heard her ask through the door.

"What,"

"Well my teeth went through my lip last week when I ran into a sign skate boarding and they need to come out soon so do you know how to take them out?"

"My dear until just now I didn't know what stitches were,"

"You're kidding right?"

"I don't know my way around muggle medicine,"

"Ok what the fuck is a muggle? Is that some word you British bastards use to describe Americans or something?"

"Not quite," He said opening the door to see her standing there picking at her bottom lip. "Muggles are people who can't do magic,"

"Magic, like where you hide a card up your sleeve or something like that?"

"No, magic like this," He said pointing his wand at her lip and giving it a light flick. Her lip was healed. Spencer felt it and there was nothing there.

"How did you do that?" She looked at him intently and just realized how handsome he was. His long platinum blonde hair fell around his broad shoulders, he was tall and looked toned but not to overly muscular. His steal grey eyes pierced hers god he was beautiful.

"Magic," He whispered into her ear. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Listen I need to get home,"

"You're not going anywhere till I'm free,"

"What do you mean until you're free?"

Lucius looked at the muggle girl he hadn't noticed she had actually looked quite beautiful without that thread under her lip. Confusion, sadness and panic was heavy in emerald eyes.

"No you can't do this you have to understand I- I really don't do well locked up," She pleaded.

"That's none of my concern,"

Spencer wanted to hit him, how dare he try to lock her up like she was some kind of a prisoner.

"I'm not some kind of prisoner you know," She yelled at him. "I don't know what the fuck you did to get put under house arrest but it's not my problem alright. You can't keep me here I'll die,"

"Again that's none of my concern," His face did show any emotion. She couldn't hold herself back before she knew what she was doing a sharp nose ran through the as she smacked him in the face as hard as she could.

Rage filled his body and he gripped her throat hard before slamming her against the wall.

"You will never lay your filthy muggle hands on me ever again," He said threateningly. "Secondly there are very good reasons why I'm trapped here. I have been to dark places and I will not hesitate to go back there and drag you down with me."

Lucius let her fall to the floor before storming out of the room and locking the door behind him.

"Fucking psycho people will be looking for me and they won't stop till they find me!" He heard her scream through the door. "AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY SKATEBOARD!"

Well that's it for now let me know what you think I love reading your comments.