Derick stopped in front of Jonah's house, and I pried myself off of him, running to Jonah's front door. I banged on the door hard, and the door flew open, and there he was. My super hot, sweet, loving vampire boyfriend. His eyes widened as soon as he saw me and before I could even say anything, his arms were around me, pulling me closer to him, and there was no space between us.

"I thought you were gone for good," he said in my ear, giving my body a little squeeze.

"I wouldn't leave you, Jonah. Especially not for Solomon."

He pulls away, looking at me with a poker-face look. "Did you find them? Mavis and Amelia?"

I nodded. "Solomon has them under his control by hypnotizing them. I can't do anything about it and the scary thing is that Mavis doesn't want Johnny. She wants to stay with Solomon, and she's fine with having Amelia with her."

"He made them forget about wanting to go back home, because as long as they're with Solomon, they'll be like that."

"Johnny's right."

"About what?"

"All of this being my fault."

"It's n-"

"Jonah, it is! It's all my fault! Because of me, I broke up a perfectly good family, and Johnny hates me. I know it's my fault, I know I have to sacrifice myself to be with Solomon so Amelia and Mavis can go back to Johnny. I know that."

"You aren't going to do, you know why? Because I'm going to kill him before he can do that. When he dies, the brainwashing that he put Mavis and Amelia through will be broken, and they'll go back to being their old selves again."

"Just . . . kill him. Kill him, Jonah. I'm tired of this. Of him!"

"I've dealing with him ever since I was born. He's my uncle, too, you know."

The look on my face must've surprised Jonah, because he laughed a little.

"Yeah, I know. Dracula was born from the shadows a century or two before Solomon. They're brothers. And they turned people into vampires, thus creating the vampire race. Pretty nice, huh? Ironically, the good one is the oldest, which is supposed to be the meanest and the merciless. It's Solomon who's the cold one."

"You're . . . killing your own family?"

"He killed my father and took you from me the first time. I don't consider him as family anymore. The only thing I know is that I won't let him take you from me. Not again."


Three days have passed, and I think everything's going to be fine, because Jonah already made a plan on how to get Mavis and Amelia out of Solomon's mansion, and how to kill Solomon. But, just as I think everything is going smoothly . . . we get a call.

Dracula had called again, saying that all the lights in the hotel had gone out and that the monsters could barely breathe and he didn't know why. Jonah went down to the hotel, and I came with him. Little did we know that Derick had hopped in the back of Everett, so when I got out, stepping on the hard grass just outside Hotel Transylvania, I practically had a heart attack when I saw him leaping out from the back.

"JONAH!" That sounded like it came from inside the hotel. And I'm pretty sure it did, because Jonah took off and once he entered the hotel, all I heard was a heavy thump, and I ran in there to see what was going on. Derick was right behind me, and all I saw was Mavis holding a stake over Jonah's heart, and Solomon holding a silver dagger to Dracula's throat.

"Ah, Elora!" Solomon says in a cheery voice. "Glad to see you've joined the party! Now, what did I tell you, Mavis? Don't let Elora out of the house. But you let her escape?"

"I'm sorry, Solomon. It was - -" Mavis stopped talking, meeting eyes with Derick, who was standing by the door. "It was HIM! He took her! He did something to me when I tried to get her. It was like he was mentally forcing me to back away."

Solomon met eyes with Derick, and he got up, throwing Dracula backwards, all the way to the back of the hotel. He crashed into the wall, and a chandelier fell on him. Solomon walked towards Derick, and I stood in front of him, blocking Solomon's way. He smiled, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my forehead before he picked me up and moved me out of the way. He started walking again but I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Stop!" I exclaimed. "Don't kill him!"

Solomon stopped walking. He turned around, looking at Mavis. She stood up, and that's when Solomon said, "Kill him." Without blinking, Mavis made her way to Derick, and he dodged Mavis's attacks. He's a gentleman, he doesn't hit woman, even if they're aiming a stake at his heart.

"I can't kill her!" Derick exclaimed. "Do you know how mad Dracula would be? I can't hurt a woman!" Solomon came up behind Derick and embedded a wooden stake through Derick's chest. Jonah and I both screamed as Derick fell to the ground, his skin turning gray, and withering into ashes and nothingness. The only thing remaining of him was his clothes onto of his ashes.

"You see that? That's what happens when you meddle with my plans!" Solomon exclaimed, looking at Jonah. "I know you sent him, and you're quite fortunate that I didn't come after you. It's fun, really, watching you suffer as you witness your loved ones dying." He stepped closer to Jonah, and with each step, Jonah shuffled near me. "I'd rather see you suffer, and then kill you. Because after I kill everyone you love, you won't have anything to live for, so it'll be easy."

"You won't kill Elora," Jonah said. "That's one person you won't hurt."

Solomon looked at me, touching my face with the back of his hand. I pushed it away. He chuckled. "Of course I won't hurt her. I love Elora. She's everything I want, everything I need. And once she comes to her sense, once she sees that you're good for nothing, she'll be by my side for eternity. And hell, she might even volunteer to kill you so you won't come in our way."

Jonah's face is red with fury and I'm just as pissed. I take the silver dagger from Solomon and stab him in his stomach. "YOU'RE SUCH AN ASS HOLE!" I scream at him, as he fumbles backwards. "I will never love you! I don't know how my past life acted around you, but that's her. I'm a totally different person! I'm not going to sit here and be a prize in your game! I . . . fucking HATE you, Solomon!" I know I meant it, I meant everything I said one-hundred percent. But there was still something inside of me that was repeatedly saying oh that's a lie. And I hated it. I hate him.

Solomon stood up, pulling out the silver dagger, and healing right away. I gulped, looking at his wound, and up at him. "You shouldn't have done that," he murmurs, walking up to me. Fear floods my whole body and I start shaking. Solomon turns and stabs Jonah in his side, and he falls to the floor screaming.

"NO!" I scream, falling to my knees and pulling out the dagger. I start crying, hating Solomon even more. I lift Jonah's head up, seeing his skin slowly starting to turn gray, and bite my wrist, shoving it into his mouth and making him drink. I know vampire blood isn't as good as human blood. But he slowly, ever so slowly, regains the color of his skin. And I know this is a temporary remedy, that I need to find him some human blood in less than an hour. I stand up, facing Solomon.

"You expect me to love you, don't you?" I ask. "Newsflash, Solomon. I love Jonah, with all of my being. And you almost killed him! I will never love you. NEVER! I will always love Jonah."

Solomon only smirked, as if what I said had no affect on him. "You have an hour to meet me at my house. If not, I will kill Mavis and Amelia." His words weren't aimed at me, it was aimed at Jonah and Dracula. This is really all my fault. Everything.


I'd pulled Jonah into Everett, and I'd gotten into the driver's seat, stepping on the gas pedal to head to my parents' house. I placed a firm hand on Jonah's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, saying, "Everything'll be fine, Jonah. I'll get a blood bag from my room and you'll drink it. You'll be fine. Just hang in there. Please!" All I could think was, This is all my fault! Everything! Because of me, Derick is dead! Because of me, Solomon's holding Mavis and Amelia hostage! If I had just stayed asleep long enough to not have stumbled upon Hotel Transylvania, none of this would've happened. But . . . I would still be on the look out searching for my missing father, and eventually I would've found out that my mother was missing, too. So I'd lose either way. I've probably gone insane by now if this was to happen that way. And then it hit me: I can stop this. All Solomon wants, all he's been asking for is to be with me. The power to stop this is literally in my hands. If I keep refusing to go with Solomon, if I keep running off, more of these things will happen. And they'll get worse. Solomon will do anything to have what he wants. I'm obvious of that now, and in my heart, I've made my decision.