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Thief of the Heart

Chapter 3

Leya put the pot above the fire and let the soup heat up. It took her a couple of hours to get everything cleaned, due to the pain in her ankles. She sighed while she set out the bowls and didnt know how it looked outside, but Lucien had been gone a long time. She hated being couped up in this cave with no one here, even if it meant being around Lucien. She's always hated to be alone.

She went to his bed and sat down. She knew he would get angry at her if he found out she was on it, but she didnt care, she needed to get some kind of sleep. She sighed and layed down gently carressing the pillow. It still smelled like him, soft amber mixed with dried blood. Hardly a turn on, but it reminded her of him. She didnt understand why but he seemed different then she'd expect. There was just something about him...

Lucien quietly entered from the secret entrance. Once his feet landed on the ground he sighed and took his cloak off. He pulled the band from his hair letting it fall over his shoulders, as he turned he stopped to see the pot on the fire. It smelled delicious. A part of him started to panic when he didnt see Leya anywhere. The gate to his room remained closed, he bolted over to it but skid to a stop once he caught sight of her on the bed. Rage started to build, mainly from the fear that she had escaped. Lucien stormed over to her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up. She woke up violently and retaliated by back-handing him, which he was unsuspected of. Once she realized what she did she turned pale. Lucien grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She couldn't catch her weight on her ankles so she fell to her feet, next thing she knew, he had a blade pressed to her throat.

"How dare you strike me!" He yelled coldly.

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't scared me half to death!" If looks could kill she would be dead right now. He half expected her to cower but even after all the pain she has tolerated today, she still found the energy and will to back talk.

"Need I remind you of the situation you're in, my dear? I wouldn't get cocky."

"Oh, you take me hostage to clean up your mess and do gods know what else, and expect me to be...'Oh, Yes Master Lucien, let me scrub your back while you bathe, blow your nose of my garment rags, wipe your bum!' Well excuse me if I'm not exactly the most well-behaved slave on the market. I wasn't exactly raised in this lifestyle, if you have noticed!"

Lucien turned red, with everyone word that came from her mouth, he had every intention of ending it just to get rid of this head ache. So why didnt he? Maybe it was BECAUSE she gave him a headache. Usually people try to sweet talk their way into acceptance or atleast to not get their heads cut up. It was a battlefield, his mind was pulling up so many options he simply snapped and threw her into the wall repeatedly.

"Regardless of your background, you are my servant! And I expect to be treated with respect!" He yelled as he continued to bash her into the wall. The sound of her skull hitting the rock walls was a gruesome melody, one he often liked to hear. But for some reason, he wasn't enjoying it as he thought he might.

"L-Lucien!" She gripped his wrists trying to get him to stop. He stopped but then he just threw her aside, to the floor. He noticed her once white hair was now red and drinched in blood. She just lay there with tears running down her face. He looked at the wall and saw blood splatters on it. He sighed and went to a cubbard behind his bed and took out some bandages.

"Here, clean yourself up...I'm going to take a bath." He just tossed the bandages aside carelessly and walked away. She just layed on the floor wimpering did her best to sit up. She grabbed the bandages and started to clean the wound. Her head was throbbing with pain, regardless she wondered if the stain would ever come out of her hair. Blood tends to linger for a while.

She sighed and wiped her tears away, still trying to clean the wound as best she could. But it was a very painful process. Leya wondered why he hesitated to kill her. Lucien seemed to be struggling for some reason. He was becoming...unpredictable. And it scared her.

Lucien sat in the tub, with the hot water up to his neck. He sighed heavily and thought about the events that just happened. He felt conflicted, why it was so hard to kill her. Its not, he could just go in there and drive that blade across her throat and be done with her. But for some reason, that did not appeal to him at all. The thought of hurting her actually hurt him. "By Sithis..."He rubbed his head."What spell has this dark elf cast upon me." That's it. It had to be some kind of spell.

Leya finished putting up the bandages and then headed to fix herself a bowl of soup. She sat on her knees and began to eat. She closed her eyes and smiled. The taste of the potatoes and carrots, the basil and bits of beef. It made her feel like she was home again, with everyone from the waterfront. She remembered cooking meals for the poor, and how they were all gathered around like one big family, eating meals together.

Her thoughts were cut off by the footsteps of Lucien entering the room. She turned and looked at him. He was wearing loose black trousers with a dark grey top. She took a bite of her food and then handed him the bowl. He approached her and took it before sitting down and eating. She just continued to sit there in silence until he decided to finally speak.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She looked away trying to mind herself, the last thing she needed was to have him bash her head against the wall again. "I'm not very hungry." He looked at her irritated. "You're not 'very' hungry. That does not mean you are 'not' hungry. Eat something."

"I'm not hungry!"

"Don't give me that crap! Eat something now." Leya crossed her arms and looked away. "No!"

"You're going to eat if I have to force it down your throat!" She looked at him sternly. "Why do you suddenly care about my health? You just bashed my head against a wall not but 10 minutes ago!" He stopped and contemplated on what they had been arguing about. He tried to cover up by saying. "Don't be ridiculous. I need my servants to be properly feed." Her blood began to boil, but she did not have the energy to argue with him anymore. She was feeling lightheaded from the previous blows and decided to just go to bed. Lucien, who was also furious, put out the fire and just left the food to rot. He blew out the candles illuminating the room and went to bed.

Leya layed there on the floor with nothing but a blanket and a potato bag to serve as a pillow. She tried her best to go to sleep but was only laying there in pain. She couldn't do this. She was constantly flipping over all night with no sign of falling asleep soon. Even the beggars at the waterfront had it better then she did, while Lucien lie there sleeping like royalty. 'What a jerk.' She thought to herself, rolling over one last time before trying to fall asleep.

A/N

What a douchebag! lawlz. I dont know why but I think the perfect punishment for Lucien would be to strap him to a chair and make him listen to the Nyancat for 12 hours. Yup, sounds good. lol anyway. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! And I hope to be posting the next one soon! Plz R&R! luvs and hugs