Chapter 7

Hope you guys enjoy :DDD really liked writing this chappy for some reason... probably bcuz I haven't been writing in a while, and it's very fun ^^ sorry about my failure in uploading chapters (stupid school)... next time I write a story, I'll writ like 5 before hand ^^...um, yeah, lol enjoy!

So apparently the guy (I'll call him Stevie for now, since I don't really know what his real name is right now) that wanted to talk to me was kind of the guy in charge. Well, kudos (sorry, can't spell worth a flipper) to stevie. But him being 'The Man' didn't really help my situation too much. As it turns out, Stevie just wanted information from me, which I already expected. But it wasn't about what I'd thought. It was info about my mom.

"So," he said as I got pushed into a seat. "Why don't we just skip all the good cop bad cop crap." It sounded like Stevie was smiling." You already know which one I am. Look, all I want to know about is your mom." He paused, clearing his throat. "She's got something I desperately need. I can't really tell you, because, in an emergency, like, oh, you escaping back to your mother, she wont know what I'm looking for." I snorted, because he sounded really proud of himself for thinking this through. I could feel his glare, trying to slice me in half. "And like I said, I just want some info. You anwser my questions, and you don't get hurt."

"Oh, no, wait. Let me guess! If I don't..." I tapped my chin with one finger," then.. oh. ooh! I DO get hurt! Am I right?"

No anwser.

Suddenly, like a wave, pain came into my brain, and I screamed. I couldn't help it. This was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Nobody was touching me (I don't think anyway, because the only thing I could feel was my brain splattering) and I wasn't sure how they were hurting me. It had to have at least been a minute of my non-stop screaming going through the tunnels and echoing back at me.

Thank god, eventually the pain stopped. I sagged in my seat, unable to do anything. I didn't feel like myself at all. I wasn't acting like myself. I could of been out of here by now if I were like myself. I would've kicked all these guys asses, and then run, back to Lissa, back to Dimitri, and Adrian. I missed everyone back home, and everyone at the Belikov household. I wanted to cry, and I wasn't even sure why. I held them inside of course, but they stayed hiding behind my eyes, trying to break through the dam.

"Now, let's try this again," Stevie said calmly, like nothing happened, like I hadn't been... whatever happened to me. Then again, he probably did stuff like this all the time. "Are you ready for your first question?"

I couldn't help it. The dam broke, and my tears leaked through. I didn't anwser him, but he took the silence as a yes. I heard his steps coming towards me. I didn't think, just sat there. So unlike me. I... I was giving up. I'd been thinking of something to do, but got squat. My only hope was Dimitri, and I doubted he even knew where I was, unless he had a super cool strigoi tracker thingy hid up his sleeve. Well, cowboy duster sleeve.

Stevie stopped in front of me. "Okay," he whispered, very close to my face," we'll start off with the simple stuff. Like, where is your mom?"

"What kind of question is that? I'm pretty sure my mom has a handbook on handling stalkers, sir, and I don't feel like you-" The unbearable pain came again, and again I screamed and cried once again. He waited until the pain receded and I stopped screaming before Stevie spoke again.

He sighed. "Now look,-" He was interrupted by the sound of feet running in our direction. Everyone in the room (including two other strigoi, who I'd forgotten about while screaming) turned to the doorway, where there was a faint light wobbling up and down in time with the running feet. I tried to turn in my seat, more hopeful than ever. Dimitri had come!

I expected to see a tall broad shouldered, pissed off Russian guy (probably in a duster), but instead I saw a tall blonde-haired green-eyed Moroi, and my heart broke when I put these things together.

Dimitri hadn't come.

Lissa had.

Alone. There weren't any more footsteps.

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