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Of course my short time with sven only awoke my desire and dreams of flight. It was one of those things, like the flare of a raging fire, it burned fast and soon enough we drifted apart. I returned to my life, haunting the forest's edges along a most prosperous road. Relieving unsuspecting travellers of the coin and jewels that so often weighed them down, a public service really. But it was particular night that would change the course of my life forever and it presented itself in a most...delightful form.

I remember only bits and pieces of the events that unfolded that night, having spent what I can only assume to be a large portion of it unconscious and under the influence of what I now believe to be the most powerful of drugs. But I digress, let us proceed back to the beginning of the night shall we?

The night began as so many before it, the moonlight shining through my hair as I made my way to my usual place, a stretch of road obscured from sight by a dense treeline and lit only by the same silvery light that gave my hair its usual sparkle. I remember being grateful for the warmth of my coat, the air around me having a strange chill for the early autumn. As I heard the approach of horses, I gathered my coat tighter to me, the black hood pulled over my hair, a mere shadow in the night, just as soon seen as dismissed as a trick of the moonlight. I knew my time had come, it had been a few days since my last robbery, long enough for the travellers to assume I had faded back into the darkness from which they no doubt assumed I came.

It was obvious the traveller on this night either did not know or simply did not care that they were alone in such a place as mine, a prime target ripe for the picking. As the carriage passed close enough i sprung from the darkness, no longer a trick of the light as my pistol glinted in its glorious lethality. Of course I now know that the reason this particular traveller was so fearless was that her driver was armed and rather eager to put a bullet through my beautiful self. The quick crack of a warning shot silenced him, along with the eerily calm demeanor of his mistress informing him she would rather not be shot over his actions.

There was something odd about this woman, perhaps the calm of her voice even in such a situation as this unnerved me, who is to know for sure? But I must have gotten clumsy and off my guard, for the next thing I knew, she was attempting playful banter, something about equality in criminality, my memory of such details is hazy at best. But there was something more, something...distant about her. As though my threats and demands were something petty, like a fly buzzing about her head. Every demand I made was refused with some playful remark, perhaps it was all a trap to lure me in, this woman the elaborately baited hook that would no doubt put an end to my career and my life if given the chance.

Assuming of course that I was in fact going to have to kill the woman in front of me, I revealed my face, hoping that being confronted with the face of the notorious Alessandra DuMourier would rather quickly silence her protests and allow me to move on with my night... Oh how very mistaken I was.

This must have been when the woman drugged me, for I only remember her stepping towards me in the crowded space, finding myself quickly on the edge of darkness, something within calling to me, dragging me down into it. Was I dead? I'm afraid not dear reader, simply rendered unconscious by whatever drug the woman had in her possession.

As I lay on the floor, unable to resist it seems the woman relieved me of my weapons and bound me, which usually isn't a problem, Sven taught me rather quickly how to escape from most knots, but these were different, as though she'd been taught by the very same hand I had.As i regained consciousness I pulled and pushed at the knots, just as Sven had instructed but they held fast, there was no way for me to escape, I felt something hard at my back and the smell of dust and decay filled my nose. So this was it then, this is how I was going to die, in some dusty room with no one to save me, not that there would have been, not since Sven left. My eyes fluttered open, finding myself in an empty and abandoned cottage, the strange traveller woman staring at me with a bemused expression, having stripped me of everything but the tight leathers I wore under my jacket. My pale skin and soft curves revealed to her.

It was then that I noticed it, the spark of a blade in her hand as she moved towards me, my hands were still bound as were my feet, I had no way to fend off the woman's attack. So I decided to use my charms, to stake my life on a bluff.

"_"You can kill me for all I care, I'll never tell you anything and you're not the first to try". _looking back it probably wasn't my smartest moment, bound hand and foot, nearly naked and baiting my captor..well we can't all be geniuses can we? _"i'm not going to tell you where i hid the money so whatever you're going to do to me you might as well just get it over with" _ okay so maybe I was grasping at straws, but who knew what this woman wanted! I closed my eyes and cringed, waiting for the slash of that lethal knife as the stranger ended put an end to me once and for all.

But it never came, instead I was greeted with a laugh and more playful words. 'Kill you? A beautiful woman with your determination? I am a patron of the arts, my dear, and you are a masterpiece. Killing you would be a waste.' _I must admit, I was used to flattery but not from another woman, surely my mind must have been playing tricks on me. Before I could even process what she was saying, the woman spoke again _'I intend to claim your life but I shall not take it from you,I see potential in you, my pretty, and I intend to use you in oh, so many ways. Not as a whore as some men might desire or as a slave. I will give you everything you've dreamed of and more but first you must surrender yourself to me.'

Now my dear readers, I know they say that a cliffhanger is a form of lazy writing, but perhaps I shall give you some time to process this all, as I allow myself to gather my memories of that night. Perhaps we shall return to this particular chapter with the morning sun.