I'm only updating this ONE last time until the weekend! I've had alot of ideas on my mind and I just HAD to post it early! Gah! Here you go my lovelies (:

"Who was it?" I asked, bringing a sobbing, devastated Mavis into my arms. "Who was the bastard that took her?!"

"S- . . . Sol - - -" Mavis started, trying to get the words out, but couldn't. She was too busy crying.

"Solomon," Jonah hissed through his teeth. "FUCK! Why can't he leave us alone? For ONCE I would like to let this bull shit go!"

"That was Solomon?" I asked. "No . . . that can't be! He looked waaay younger!"

"He can turn back to the younger-looking version of himself if he pleases," Jonah says.

"But . . why? Isn't he pleased with being an adult?"

"He . . .did it for you," Mavis murmured. "He wants you to have his children, so he wanted to look younger for you."

I felt like vomiting. "All this shit . . . just so he could get on my nerves?"

"Why would he take my baby? Why would he take my Amelia!?"

Johnny came over, hearing his beloved Mavis crying, and took her from me, holding her and kissing her. "When I find him, I'm going to kill him!" Johnny spat. "He's doing all of this to get to you, Elora. Just go! Let him take you! So all this shit will end!"

"Johnny!" Jonah exclaimed. "No one is going anywhere."

Johnny looked at me, said something to Mavis, and walked back inside the hotel. I opened my mouth to say something, but slide behind Jonah, past Derick and took off with my inhuman speed to Jonah's house. Something had tripped me on my way there and I fell, with my palms being scratched by the ground. I sat up, looking at my palms. I heard footsteps coming closer to me. They sounded like Jonah's footsteps, heavy and steady, but I pretended I didn't hear it. The next thing I know, someone's kneeling in front of me, and a hand comes by and gently grabs my chin in their index finger and thumb. Tilts my chin up. I almost scream. I try my hardest not to.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Are you okay, sweet heart?"

I feel like my voice just shrunk and disappeared. I couldn't say anything. It was Solomon. The younger-looking version of him. His metallic eyes stared deep into mine, smiling into them. I took in his features. He looked better in his younger version, but yet he sickened me, made me want to scissor-kick him in the face.

"D'awe, speechless? I know I don't look familiar, but Mavis is right. I'm doing this for you."

"P-please. D-don't touch me," I stutter, feeling my whole body shake. I didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to react.

"There're other reasons I want to take you back with me, to make you mine. I don't want you as my baby-making toy. You belong with me, Elora."

Those last few words made something click in my head and I pushed him off. "NO!" I screamed. "Don't you ever say that! No! I love Jonah, not you!"

He laughed, shaking his head. "He's got you wrapped around his little finger. But, you'll soon see what I mean." His eyes scanned my face, giving a . . . gentle, kind smile. "You look just like her."

Something inside of me felt as light as a feather, and I was having flashes of scenes in my head. Mostly of him. But, I didn't even know him back then. Then - - Solomon leaned in, slowly closing his eyes and that's when I realized. . . holy shit, he's trying to kiss me!

"Elora?" It was Jonah! Yes! My sweet, sweet Jonah, coming to my rescue! I blinked, and Solomon was gone. I felt a hand grab my arm and I screamed. "Elora! Calm down! It's just me!" Jonah got on his knees and hugged me tight. "It's just me." He held me for a moment, then pulled away from me. "What happened?"

"I . . . I saw him."

"Solomon?"

I nodded.

"Gah! Where was he!? Why couldn't I hear him!? What did he to you? Are you okay?"

I nod again. "I was running and I tripped. I heard footsteps and i thought it was you but it wasn't and when I looked up . . . it was him."

"What did he do?"

"He . . . he said I, uh, belonged with him? Then he said something weird."

"What did he say to you?"

"He said that I look 'just like her'. I - - I don't know what that means."

Jonah rubbed his face hard with his hands and groaned. "You need to go home."

That caught me off guard. I shook my head, cocking an eyebrow at him. "W-what?"

"You're not safe here. Please, Elora. Go to your parents. They have so much vampire-fighting equipment, it'll keep Solomon out of your house. Plus, us vampires can't go into another person's home unless we're invited in."

"So why can't I just stay with you?"

"Because I was stupid enough to let Solomon in my house one day. He said he was supposed to talk to me about something important. I thought he was going to change. How stupid was I? Very. I actually believed him. I thought it would be a while since we would see Solomon, but I guess I was wrong. Please, Elora, go back to your parents's home. You aren't safe here. I'll still come visit you, of course I will. You know I will. But you just can't stay with me. Not until all of this is resolved."


It's just you and I, Elora. His voice trailed me thoughts, stomping into my dreams without permission. Standing there in the middle of my conscience, invading my privacy. You don't need to worry, my dear. I know you are quite confused with what I have told you when I ran into you. You, my love, are just as I imagined you would be. I've been waiting for centuries to be with you once again.

I jumped in my sleep, feeling my skin dripping with sweat. "Ugh!" I hissed. "Get out of my head!" I was afraid to fall asleep at that point, but I was so tired. I got up from bed, taking small hops around the room to wake myself up. "Come on, Elora, don't fall asleep," I said to myself. "If you fall asleep, Solomon's gonna be in your head again. And you don't want that." I shook my head. "Gah! I'm talking to myself! Shit! Thank - you, Solomon! I'm going crazy because of you!"

Anytime, sweet heart.

"Gah! NO! STOP!"

It's a bit easier to get into your head when you're asleep, because your guard is down, but I can still get into your mind.

All I know is that I'm shaking at this point. "Please, just . . .stop."

Come with me.

"No!"

That's the only way Mavis will get her beloved Amelia back. And may I say, she's such a cutie. She looks so much like her mother.

"You're . . . making a deal?"

Yes. I know you're confused, but if you come with me, I will explain everything to you, and we can be together once again.

"You have the wrong girl."

No, I do not. You just haven't figured it out yet. Come with me.

". . . . Where are you?"

I'm close. May I come in?

I remembered about what Jonah had said. About inviting vampires in. "No. But I can come out." I rethink about what I had just said, but make my way to my window, grabbing a wooden stake. "I have a weapon. If you try anything, I'll kill you."

I won't. I just want to see you.

I slowly pull the window upwards, making it open, and a bat lands on my window sill. I jump, trying not to scream. I can already recognize it by its metallic gray eyes. The bat flies backwards, morphing back to its human form. There he is. Solomon. He walks close, too close, and places a hand on my cheek. Before he even touches my cheek, I feel chills and tingles, and I pull away. I look at him, I mean really look at him. He's so much handsomer than what I had imagined. His hair is tousled in the right way, and his metallic eyes are breathtaking.

"Please. Don't touch me," I say quickly. Solomon waits patiently on the rooftop, waiting for me to come out. And I do. Eventually.

Solomon reaches for the stake in my hand and I take a step back. "I won't do anything to you. I promise," he says.

"You kidnapped my parents, because you wanted Calypso's rings. Because of you, I'm a vampire now. Don't get me wrong, I love being what I am now. But you didn't have to take my parents. They didn't do shit to you. But - - you want it?" I slipped the ring off my finger, grabbing his hand and putting it on his palm. I quickly let go, feeling those damned tingles and chills again.

Solomon doesn't look at the ring, just at me, with a grin on his face. "You felt it too, didn't you? The tingles? It's our connection." He looked at his palm, shaking his head, then grabbing my hand and slipped the ring on the middle finger of my right hand. "I don't want it anymore. The only thing I want more than that ring is you."

"You know I can't trust you, right? I'm sorry about your daughter. She tried to kill us. I had to act quick! I didn't kn-"

"Once you realize that you're mine, that you've always been mine, we'll start a new family. We'll raise the strongest vampires in the world. And the best part? They'll be our own flesh and blood. You and I, we can have a life together."

"That sounds . . . nice, and all, but I - - I love Jonah."

"You don't love him, you just 'fancy' him."

"No. I truly, sincerely love Jonah."

Solomon sighs. "Yet another reason to kill him."

I'm sure that my face is tomato-red after he said that, because I get so furious. I take steps towards him, getting on my tip toes to get in his face. "Don't you dare lay a hand on Jonah! If he doesn't kill you, I sure as hell w-" Before I can finish, Solomon grabs my face, and presses his lips on mine.


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