Iris blinked rapidly, as her eyes adjusted to the light. She tried to stretch only to find that her arms were tied behind her, in an amazingly tight hold. Her hair was in her eyes; wet and matted. She looked around. She was in a small room; She could barely see, but from what she could grasp, it looked small, tidy, and creepy. She lifted her head up, and then groaned at the pain in her neck. The room reeked of expensive cologne. It smelled so strongly she wanted to gag. 'Where am I' she thought. "That my dear." A voice said from behind her. She jumped; Startled. "Is hardly appropriate to ask, at the time." Iris tried to locate the source of the voice. She looked around but only saw darkness. It was obviously a man... Or a woman who was loaded up on T. The voice was harsh, but had a sweet undertone. "Who's there?" She asked shakily. "You don't remember? Well now my feelings are hurt." The voice spoke again. Slow footsteps approached her. She felt heat radiating from a figure behind her. 'Maybe if I can channel his energy, I can break the rope.' she thought to herself. "Iris. You know I can hear you right?" Her breath was shaky. 'He can read my mind?' The footsteps walked to the side of her, and then to the front. She looked up slowly; Afraid of what she would see. A man was standing before her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she drew in a sharp gasp at his sight. He was perfect. His skin was smooth, and pale; Features hard, and defined. His hair was black. So black it looked as if there were purple and blue streaks. He was easily six foot or more; Way taller then her five foot five. His eyes were a dark emerald green. Gentle, but hidden behind the emeralds, she could see pain and anger.. And betrayal. Iris sucked in air, and tried to slow her heart beat. "Who are you?" she asked, weakly. "Iris. You have to be joking... You don't remember?" she shook her head slowly. The man sighed, and started to pace. "I should have expected this. Of course you don't remember. It was so long ago.." he mumbled to himself. "What are you talking about?" she asked harshly; More confident then before. The man just shook his head. Iris could barely remember anything, but she remembered one very important person.... "Where's James?" she asked. The man stopped mumbling and pacing, to look at her. "James?" Iris nodded. "My brother. Where is he?" The man chuckled. "So you remember your brother, but not me?" The man shook his head once more. "Where is he?" she asked again with force. The man glared at her. "Your brother is fine. I did nothing to him, if that's what you're thinking." he snapped. Iris flinched at his words. The man smiled. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to shout." Iris just stared. 'Sure..' she thought. "I didn't!" he yelled. 'Man. You have some conflicting emotions..' she thought. The man just smirked. "You're funny." he muttered. "You can read my mind." Iris stated. The man nodded. "Yes. Yes. You're not the only special one, dear." She frowned. "I know that." she snapped. The man just stared at her. A door in the corner opened then; Letting in more light. Iris squinted as another person walked in. Whoever it was shut the door behind them, thankfully. It was a woman. She was tall, and extremely skinny. She had short blond hair. Her eyes were a soft blue. Her skin looked flawless. She could be a model. "Ah. I see our little guest has woken up." the woman exclaimed. Her eyes were smoldering with anger; as her mouth curved into a strained smile. The man glared at her. "Naomi. What do you want?" she shot a look at him. "I just wanted to tell you that Anastasia is ready." Naomi walked out of the room briskly after glaring at the man one more time. Iris raised an eyebrow at him. "My sister." he said glumly. "Anastasia?" she asked. "Um. No one. I must go." he said quietly. He walked out of the same door Naomi did, and left. Iris was left on the small room; Still tied up, still confused.. And now worried sick about James. Her brother. Her pride and joy..



Iris sat there in the chair, her vision still blurred, her arms still tied. She started to fall unconscious, when a rumbling sound from her stomach made her jump. 'When is that guy gonna come back? I'm hungry..' she whined inside her head. Everything was so strange. She didn't remember much. When had she been "captured"? Where was James? Why was she supposed to remember the man? She knew they had never met. She surely would've remembered that face. Iris sighed. Was she just left here to wonder? Did the man just do this for his sick amusement? Why was Naomi so angry at her? These questions buzzed around her mind. Stinging over and over again. She longed for the answers she did not have. The door opened then; This time the light, not as blinding. It was Naomi. Her eyes still ruthless, and this time her mouth snarling. "What?" Iris asked; Trying to sound big, but feeling very small. "You!" Naomi shouted. "It was you!" "What?" she repeated again. "Oh don't play dumb. You know what you did. Jonathan believes you don't remember, but you can't fool me!" Iris just stared. She had no idea what this scary blond was talking about, and frankly, she didn't want to know. Naomi struck her across the face. Tears started to form in her eyes; Both Naomi's and Iris'. "My mother died, because of you! Everyone thought you were so precious, and important.. More important then my mother." "I-I.. I don't remember. W-What do you mean?" Iris stuttered. Naomi let out a piercing shriek of agony then. Tears streamed down her face. "I've been waiting years to find you. To get my revenge, and you don't even remember!" A tall woman came rushing in. She was dark, and had long black hair pulled into a braid. She threw her arms around Naomi, and shook her. "Naomi! Stop!" Naomi kept sobbing, and shook her head. "It was her!" she shouted. The woman just shook her head. "No. Not her. She had nothing to do with it. She was only a baby when it happened." Naomi shot a look at Iris. Her cheek was bleeding, and she was struggling to hold back tears. "She should not have been born." she growled. The woman led Naomi out the room. "Jonathan!" she called. Iris heard footsteps run over. There was a minute or two or whispering, when finally Jonathan walked in. He ran over to Iris, and stroked her good cheek. "What were they talking about?" Iris asked, her voice breaking, and tears finally overflowing; Streaming down her face, the left side dripping red. "Shh, love. Shh." Jonathan tried to calm her down, but the tears kept falling. He rushed around to the back of the chair and untied her. She jerked her arms back, put her head in her hands. Jonathan lifted her chin up, and looked into her eyes. "Forget about her. I'll take you to Fiona. She'll take care of you." He took her hand and helped her up. Her legs felt very stiff, and she toppled over. Jonathan chuckled, and picked her up in his arms. She normally objected to anyone doing that, but right now she had no other option. Iris closed her eyes, as Jonathan carried her to another room. Her lay her on a bed. She opened her eyes, and saw Jonathan and the woman who took Naomi away standing over her. The woman tsked. "Naomi got her pretty bad." "Yes. Make sure Jarret keeps her away." he strode out of the room, and shut the door behind him. The woman just smiled at Iris. "What was Naomi talking about?" she asked weakly. The woman sighed, and sat down on the bed next to her. "Well, my dear. That is a long story." Iris nodded. She could that the woman didn't want to talk about it. She remembered Jonathan saying her name was Fiona. She would get her to cough the story up sooner or later...