Prologue
"Will you…wait! Slow down! Anastasiya please, slow down! There's no need to…" he said as he stumbled through the dark after the blond haired girl.
"There's not need to what, Dimitri? Overreact? You don't have to come; I can take care of this myself. Go back and wait at the house. This won't take long." Anastasiya said as she kept going, not even realizing that the boy had stumbled.
"Anastasiya please! I know that you're super pissed, and I totally get that, you have every right to be. But this is not the way to do this! We can wait for the others to come back from hunting, than we can head out!" Dimitri said as he continued to struggle to keep up with her. He stopped, too tired to keep up. "I know who and what you are Anastasiya, and I know this whole situation is just crazy and out of hand. But you don't have to do this by yourself!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. She took a brief stop, than swung around and in the blink of an eye had him nailed to the wall behind him.
"For number one, you don't know what I am, nor do you know how pissed I am! For number two, you do not know the whole situation. And for number three…I am so sorry." Anastasiya whispered, and before he could say anything she snapped his neck.
"Bravo, Bravo! You know, was there really a need for that? I mean I know your pissed bout your mother being alive after you thought she was dead for all of these years, but he was kind of the owner of the house were staying at. Now we don't have a house, and that kind of makes me mad, not gonna lie." Said a male figure out of the shadow.
"He was getting on my nerves. We'll find another house, and you're late. Let's go. It's time to pay my mother a little visit. We don't want to keep Mrs. Katerina Petrova waiting, do we?"