Lancelot was easily manipulated by women, they seemed to always be his biggest weakness. Guinevere had been his greatest love and his downfall. He spent the rest of his life trying to undo all the wrongs of his life, and oftentimes even now, he still felt he had a duty to correct the wrongs of this world.
The girl in distress was definitely one of the times he let his guard down. He'd misjudged this one, and had his partner been with him, he would have never found himself in this situation. When she stabbed him he looked at her so confused, down to the wound that he couldn't even see. What was happening? His vision became blurred, his speech slurred, and when he tried to move he felt like he stumbled. The rest of it was just noises and sounds as he closed his eyes. He didn't recall actually getting into any car, but he could hear the door shut, the sound of it cranking up to drive off. The lock of the door as he was dragged into the room. When he finally came to, his eyes were heavy, and the voice that penetrated his ears was soothing and biting all at the same time. He sat up, his head spinning and throbbing. It took a few moments for him to focus, when he finally had a face it wasn't the girl he'd tried to help, it was a far more vicious and seductive face. "Morgana." It had been centuries since he'd said that name, and he immediately felt like a fly trapped in a spider's web.