NORMAL P.O.V.
Justin Russo, Max Russo, and Stevie Nichols all flashed into the Russo's living room. Mr. and Mrs. Russo had been patiently waiting for their arrival. Both parents shot up from their bright orange couch. They quickly took note that one of the four didn't flash back. "Where's Alex?" Teresa Russo asked the group of the three worn, bruised, and cut up teens. The worry and anxiety evident in her shaky voice.
The eldest of the Russo children lowered his head, and ran his glove covered hand through his spikey black hair. "Demetria took her." He told his mother. The loss of his girlfriend plaguing his thoughts. He knew his sister would be fine. In his mind she wasn't good for much anyway. Justin could never grip which side of the battle she was playing. He was unsure about just what team she was on.. Seeing his girlfriend get decapitated, then burst into a pile of ash right before his very face was his main concern. "Juliet's dead." Justin said, looking up to meet his mother's panic stricken eyes. If there was one thing the eldest Russo had set in his mind it was that Dallas would die by his hand. He wanted revenge. He was craving it. "I'll see to it her death wasn't in vain."
"Oh honey." Teresa cooed as she wrapped her heartbroken son in her arms.
There was a solemn feel throughout the room. Jerry knew his son needed to grieve the loss of Juliet, but his main concern was that his only daughter is nowhere to be found. The father of the Russo children cleared his throat. "..Do you have any clue where Alex might be?" He questioned.
Teresa released her oldest son from her arms. "I have no idea." Justin replied quietly with tears in his eyes.
The long time redheaded family friend made her way up the spiral staircase only to stumble into a room full of gloom. She too was quick to notice one of her best friends was missing. "Demi got her." Stevie spoke the answer to the question she knew Harper was thinking. "She flashed out, taking Alex with her."
Now Harper knew a little more information about what was, and had happened, between the teenage wizard and the evolved vampire. There wasn't much reason to be down in the dumps. Yes, Alex was gone, but Harper just had a feeling she was perfectly fine in Demi's care. "Now don't get me wrong.." Harper began to say. "but, why are you guys looking so blue?" She quizzed. "Personally I don't think Demi would hurt Alex."
The nature of the Alex and Demetria's relationship had been in question ever since it was discovered that Demi and Dallas were on Professor Crumbs' hit list. It was very well known among the younger crowd that they had slept together, and talked on occasion. However, Jerry and Teresa had no clue that their daughter's relationship with the vampire was one that was more than just friendly.
Still Justin refused to believe Demi had any good, or for that matter decent intentions. To him she was the demonic thing that described her. She was a vampire. Nothing more. Nothing less. "Like hell she wouldn't." Justin said, placing his hands on his hips. "I watched her sister rip the love of my life's head off!" He shouted. "They will stop at nothing." The eldest Russo child said pointing his finger towards the ground. "Alex is nothing but a hostage." He said unevenly, and then the room fell mute.
"..We need a plan." Stevie said breaking the silence.
Eyes wondered the room. The gears of all six of their brains struggled to turn. "We don't even know where they are." Max reminded. The youngest of the bunch wasn't sure what to think. But, one thing he did think was that shooting those zombies was badass. Leaving the realm two people down, not so much..
ALEX'S P.O.V.
"Where are we?" Was the first thing out of my mouth. I mean shit.. I have a lot of questions, but that's the first thing that popped out.
I turned around and saw Demi run her fingertips over some engravings on the stone wall. This whole place was just one big stone walled room. "Home." She simply replied.
I took a moment to look around. We were definitely underground. That much I could tell. Inside of this large stone room was two doorways. The doorways are on opposite sides of the room, and have locked gates blocking them off. I tried to even my breathing. The speed was wearing off. I watched as the evil wizard, and the warewolf unlocked the gate to my left. The two women entered the hall, then shut the gate behind them leaving Demi and I alone. I licked my lips and took a deep breath before walking over by Demi.
Without even thinking I wrapped my arms around her waist as I stood behind her, and read the words she had ran her fingertips over. "Here lay Patrick Lovato. 1309 – 1348"
"He was one of the first ones to die from the black plague when it struck in Italy." The vampire told me. She put her hands over mine that were residing on her stomach. Then she gently pulled my hands from her, and turned around to look at me. "Then my mother fell ill.." I didn't want to speak. I stood there, waiting patiently for her to continue.
She stared into my eyes, and I stared right back into hers. I'm not too sure what happened, but looking at her now just feels different. There's no hate. There's no more frustration. "..Then what?" I urged her to continue her story.
"You care." The redhead said randomly. "I can sense it."
A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "It kinda pisses me off." I replied jokingly. A grin graced the dead creature's features. "Finish your story." I said taking one of her hands in mine. "I want to hear it." I told her truthfully.
"There's not much to tell." Demi spoke. "I began to face the symptoms of the black death myself, so I took measures to ensure my survival.. I became this." She said exposing her fangs to me. "At the time I didn't realize what I was getting myself into.. within my first year as a young vampire I became mixed in with the wrong crowd. That's how my sister became what she is.. She was the only healthy one from my family. She could've lived a normal life. The black death never affected her."
What do you say at a time like this? I kinda learned about the black plague in history class, but the thing is I never actually paid attention in school. I just know it was some crazy epidemic that killed an ass ton of people. "So.. You said this was home.. I'm guessing we're in Italy?" I quizzed.
The beautiful vampire rested her hand on my cheek. "Welcome to the land of art and romance." She whispered as she closed the gap between us, and connected our lips.
Mmm this woman and her lips. They're cold, but they're just impossible to say no to. I quickly kissed the redhead back. I slid my tongue past her lips, but then retracted it. I pulled away from her. "Why didn't you kill Justin?" I had to ask. I had gotten distracted by her, and her story. But, I really wanted an answer. She had the perfect opportunity, yet she shot Miley instead. "Why kill Miley?" I couldn't help but ask. It had me utterly confused.
"She annoyed me." Demi replied flatly.
"So, you kill her?" I asked not understanding her logic.
"Sometimes you forget who I am don't you?" She asked rhetorically. "I'm not your Princess Charming, sweetie.. I'm your Princess of Darkness." Her tone got strict and serious. "I'm the thing that your mother tells you doesn't exist. I'm the thing that gives you nightmares.. I'm the one all the good guys fear.. I'm a cold blooded killer." Demi reminded me. "Honey, I don't need a reason to kill anyone."
Normally I think I would be scared, or at least nervous. Something is different though. I'm not scared or nervous.. "You know I'm half Italian." I commented randomly to change the subject.
"I'm aware. Your surname is Russo." The redhead said before glancing at my chest. "This is the first time you've been calm around me."
I nodded my head. "Yeah.. crazy huh." I said with an amused smile.
"Follow me." Demi instructed, taking my hand and leading me towards the same gate Dallas and Carmen exited through. She unlocked the gate, and pushed it open. I was lead down a dark hallway. It was borderline pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. All I could see was a shimmering light coming from the end of it. The light got closer and closer until we walked into it.
It was a room with a fire place, an old ratty cloth covered couch, a wooden coffee table, and two wooden chairs. We're in a living room. Ooh a bar. That's legit. The wooden bar was decked out with every alcoholic beverage under the sun. Those gorgeous shinning bottles where calling my name. "Go ahead. Make yourself a glass." Demi's voice broke my trance I had on her bar. "Pour me a glass of rum while you're at it."
I glanced at over to her. "What kind do you want?"
"Surprise me." She replied. "I'll play some music."
I wasted little time in walking over to her bar. No lie I almost ran to it. After the shit that happened tonight I could use a drink. My eyes scanned the liquor. What to drink? I think I'll make a creamsicle. Let's see if she has any orange juice.. I looked around and under the bar.. There's no fridge. Just a freezer with ice. Shit. Well there goes that idea. Wait what am I saying.. I pulled out my wand and flashed myself a jug of OJ and some half and half. I grabbed a glass and started mixing my newly found ingredients with some vanilla vodka.
Once I made my drink I heard music begin to play, and I got to work on Demi's. All she wanted was rum. I can't drink that straight. I don't know how she's going to do it. I reached up and grabbed another glass and filled it with Bacardi 151. "Do you like Frank Sinatra?" I heard Demi call out to me.
"Don't know. Never listened to him." I said back.
I picked up my glass and hers, then walked over to her. She was now tending to a growing fire in the fire place. "This song is by him. I'm surprised you've never heard it. It's titled Come Fly With Me."
I stood there and tried to see if I recognized it. "I think I've heard it on a commercial."
The redheaded vampire popped one of her eyebrows up at me. Then she took the glass of rum from my hands. "A commercial?" she questioned me as she took a large gulp from her drink. Meanwhile I'm over here sipping on my mixed drink feeling like a little bitch cause it's already been made clear she can out drink me. "It takes a lot for a vampire to get tipsy."
I playfully squinted my eyes at her. "I wasn't thinking about that."
"Sure you weren't." Demi teased as she set her glass down on the coffee table. "May I have this dance?" She asked, extending her hand to me.
She's so old school it made me smile. "Yes, you may." I said setting my glass down next to hers.
The leather wearing Italian rested her right hand on my left hip, and took my right hand in her left. And, we slowly began to move to the melody of the song.
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NORMAL P.O.V.
The next day.
Stevie, Max, and Justin were all gathered in the council's chambers. Professor Crumbs had requested they come in after getting a good night's rest. The elderly wizard had heard the news about Juliet's death. It would be a tragic loss to their team. Of course he also was informed of the situation regarding one Alex Russo. The aging man was already suspicious of Alex. This was something that raised his curiosities.
"Listen up." The professor spoke in the silent room. "I know you're tired." He said with compassion. "However, we are dealing with some very surreal situations.. For this next week you will train. Hone your skills. Learn new combat maneuvers." The young wizards stood and listened as Crumbs continued. "Once that week is over, with Alex back or not, you will go vanquish Demetria." He ordered. "And, you will succeed."
