Raise your hand against what belongs to me and you'll see. Blue and grey eyes.

At that time a someone's heart couldn't stop pounding in his chest as he stared at the darkness which engulfed him.

Pulled out where the sack ripped his skin causing him to cry in pain.

"Just look at him isn't he just a lovely sight".

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Allison turned to the left after a right turn into a slightly dark alley walking forward to be greeted by a huge crowd.

Most of them looked noble while few came just to watch the show. She looked on the stage and stared at a figure which she felt she was familiar with, but she couldn't simply put her finger on it.

"He might not have much muscles but he sure can please you in bed"

The auctioneer who stood on the stage with a slave boy beside him. His head down, his face covered in dirt not to talk of his clothes.

She stepped forward.

"Five hundred silver coins"

"Six hundred silver coins". Allison listened as the price for the boy kept going up. But to her it felt somewhat cheap.

Lewis turned look at his missy who just stared at the slave. He was wondering what his missy was thinking coming to an auction of slaves and what she wanted a slave for.

Allison not realizing Lewis watching her every action looked at the slave who stood unmoving, his head was down as people bidded on him like some material.

Allison didn't know why but her heart ached as she stared at the boy. But her face showed no sign of expression.

"Eight thousand coins". She said to the hearing of everyone causing Lewis to call out to her.

" My lady". She raised her hand to stop him.

Everyone turned in her direction, unknowingly clearing a path for her as she stepped forward.

There was gasping form people in the crowd as she made her way to the stage.

Some women started to talk and gossip. They finally found a job.

Allison ignoring them she continued to walk forward. She purposely had eye contact with the auctioneer as he immediately asked people to clear a part for her, she kept moving forward elegantly and with pride.

Staring at the slave who still didn't raise his head upon such a bidding, she was slightly intrigued. She swayed to the side climbing up the stairs where the auctioneer wanted to be polite....

"Don't touch me". She said calmly. The auctioneer went over to the slave boy and pushed him to fall on the floor. Allison was not pleased with this as her cold eyes scanned the auctioneer turning to the slave she ignored the auctioneer as he was not important.

Now she really couldn't see his face, his dark hair covered his eyes though they were slightly dirty.

.. Unable to see his face she squared by his side slowly taking off her gloves.

Under the dirt she could still see that he was a handsome man. She looked at his jaws which were surprisingly defined and sharp.

Unable to resist the urge she ran the tip of her fingers carefully on his cheek bone. She could see the uneasiness in his tensed up body. His eyes we're still lowered not letting her see what they looked like.

Complimenting her previous actions she said.

"Look at me".

The auctioneer noticed the slave not respond to the lady's words he took out his whip and stroked it against legolas back.

Because Allison was close to him she could see the pain flash across his face as his eyes we're abruptly shut and his face showed pain.

A sudden anger welled up in Allison's blood, with her right hand she raised it in his direction. She hardly raised her hands to use her power's. The anger burned her skin third degree.

Her blood suddenly boiled that she moved her hand in motion like she was contracting his bones, breaking them bit by bit he erupted an even louder sound causing some guards to try to come over to stop her but her cold glare sent them panicking. She silenced them as everyone in the business world could recognize those eyes.

Blue crystal eyes. Allison Macbeth, not many wishes to provoke her and those that do are sent into an emmiting ice.

Not still satisfied with that she stood in his direction while he was still in pain and with a single touch of her hand, without her glove her hand had exceptional powers on its own and was dangerous even to her.

The gloves were a concoction made by a wizard to tame the power of the Phoenix which burned for thirst of blood inside of her.

As she reached out for his left hand it slowly started to incinerate right before she even touched it. It's like his body was burning, his flesh slowly started to fade away along with his bones. Causing loud gasp from some people in the crowd.

All this happened in a split of a few seconds. Legolas still in the pain of the whip turned around to see the lady in a murderous state.

"Don't you ever raise your hand against what belongs to me".

She finally let go of him.

Turning to meet a pair of grey eyes staring at her in shock. She walked to the side taking everyone's breath away.

She looked at him as their eyes we're still staring at each other.

The pair of blue crystal clear eyes still looked at the grey eyes where she turned away after emmiting cold everywhere.

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Allison sat in the tub. Their eyes finally met she stared at the water where his eyes stared back at her slowly fading away.

She smiled.

Staying a few more minutes in the tub allison finally continued bathing and washed her hair. Stepping out of the bathroom she noticed that legolas was still in his slaves cloth but his skin was brighter than before. He stood at the window and had his back facing the room.

Allison stared at him as he was in a daze and unexpectedly she also fell into a daze. Turning around legolas stared at allison who has been looking at him for some time now, their eyes met.

Blue and grey. There was an unexpected silence between both of them. Allison finally broke the silence.

"I'll be going out soon, I'll have the butler send you some food, you must be too weak to rest on an empty stomach". She looked at him and he nodded in obedience.

" Uhm, I'm gonna change now".