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Chapter 9- Un-promised

Paul started cleaning up all the dishes, while everyone was still catching up. Someone had brought out the alcohol. Paul refused every time someone handed him a drink. Saying his girl would be pissed if he came home again drunk. Or that he couldn't work with a hangover tomorrow. Paul kept looking at me and Dylan shaking his head at us every time someone offered us one too. I would've refused any way it went, I wouldn't to read some of my mothers' book tonight and I can't do that if I pass out.

"Well, sees as everyone is finished. Let's fold up the table and lean it against the wall." Paul said when everyone made their way to the living room. When we were closer to each other, he whispered.

"You are coming?"

"I am not sure; my parents brought me here to learn things."

"You can learn a few, if you come with me. Dylan would be useful."

"For what?"

"I'll tell you on the way. Are you in?"

"Wouldn't they notice?"

"Everyone's too drunk, if they question us leaving. I'll make something up."

"Why not." He nods, and he cleaned off his pants. He starts walking out the kitchen. Dylan automatically followed me.

"Paul, where are you going with my son?" Mother questioned us. I could tell she still knew what was going on around us, and didn't seem drunk.

"My place. Carmen would love to find out I have a cousin. Um, if you don't mind can they just stay there too?" My dad smiles and waves us off before my mom could question any further.

"Okay, it's just over 8. I meet then at 9 it's the best time too."

"So where are we going now?"

"My house 'course. I am not going to be known as a lair. Carmen won't be in bed yet. I wasn't lying when I say she would love to meet you."

"Oh. So why are we bringing Dylan."

"He has powers. You'll find more out, later." He said nothing us, until we reached his place. It wasn't that far, from the house. But it was a freaking maze to get here. I couldn't easily remember it. It looked like an apartment. He walked right in, taking off his shoes.

"Do it or she'll throw a fit." We did, Dylan wasn't saying much. I think he was here as a friend, so I wouldn't get myself in any trouble.

"Babe, I am checking in before I leave!" He yells. The living room was connected to the kitchen and a small table was in the corner of the room. The TV was in the middle of the room in front of a small couch. Paul disappears for a moment. Dylan walked in front of me.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Meeting un-promised Dhampirs? This could be dangerous, especially if they meet at night." He whispered. Dylan was a few inches taller than me, and he had light brown hair. His eyes that usually show happiness in them showed worry.

"Look my parents brought us here to learn something. I can by meeting these people."

"Aren't you the one a couple of days ago telling me you haven't thought far in the future with Nicole because you might die sooner than she will?"

"I am not going to die, besides. Paul will get in trouble just by me doing what we are doing. I really do not think he'll let anything bad happen to me."

"That's exactly why we- you shouldn't be doing this."

"Dylan, we both can protect ourselves. Do you want to know if what you have been practicing for three years been working or not?" He shrugs and moves back next to me ask Paul entered his room.

"Mason, Dylan this is Carmen. My HUMAN girlfriend." He pointed to us when he said our names so Carmen knew which was which.

"Ah. Mason. I have heard stories about your mother, she seems like a wonderful women though I have never met her."

"So you know what we are?"

"Paul told me some time ago, yes. I haven't fully understood how to tell the difference though." She laughed. I nod and stuff my hands in my pockets. Carmen had blonde hair with her ends teal, which matched with her eyes. Her eyes had the same tint of blue in them. Carmen went to about Paul's shoulders and was fairly skinny. I could tell that this is what an awkward moment felt like.

"Carmen, Hunny. My family gotten drunk with friends. Can they stay here for the night?"

"Oh, so they're going hunting with you?" He nods, and looks at us. His face showed nothing, he was blocking what he was feeling. "Yeah, they can sleep in the work room. I'll place the cots in there before I go to bed."

"Thanks babe. We should get going."

"Okay. Be safe, and its nice meeting you guys." She walked back into the room on the right. We put back on our shoes. I knew what Paul was asking, when he said if I wanted to meet the un-promised. I didn't let my nervousness show through, Dylan was coping my motionless face. I can basically smell the nervous coming off of him.

There were more mazes we had to whip through, and running to be done this time. Paul knocked on the door, and walked in. Once everyone saw that we can in they went into fighting mode.

"Hey Hey Hey." He stuck his hands out in front of them. "This is my cousin and his friend. Thought he could be useful to use."

"You don't have a cousin." A very muscular guy stepped forward.

"This is Rose kid." Three people stood up and looked at me.

"She's alive? I thought she died going after her lover. We got there too late to help fight, she was gone."

"My mom is very much alive."

"I don't understand how this boy is your cousin. She wasn't related to you."

"Nothing, I am making him my cousin."

"He does look a lot like you." A woman stepped up, her hair was tied back. You can tell she meant business.

"Well, The Moroi could be useful. What is your power?"

"Water, Mason and I been practicing how to use to in defense." Dylan said.

"You're only useful as bate." He waved his hand at Dylan and walked away. I could tell that pissed Dylan off. They had a waterfall fountain in the room. It wasn't running, but there was water in it. I could he was also fixing to use his powers; they have a right to know that he can truly use his powers to help them. Water shot up and surrounded the muscular dude's body. He wasn't able to move, it engulfed in this tube like figure.

"Wave your hand at me again, telling me I am just useful as bait one more time and you'll be dead." The water fell, making a huge puddle on the floor. The guy was soaking wet, head to toe.

"Nice to know some Moroi know how to use their powers." He smiled and shook Dylan's hand.

"So, we spotted, walking into a building, a couple of strigoi last night a couple minutes west from here. They've been showing up here for a couple days now. We put together that there are probably about 10 strigoi here." We circled the table with a map of the city on it.

"Since your mother has been here, strigoi have been going done. Thanks to us too. But they also been heading towards Baia, this is the first group we've seen here. We need to get rid of them, before they terrorize the people here." The women said, looking up at me.

"So kid, you ready to fight a strigoi?"

"Denis, I need him a live when I go back."

"And he will be." Denis said he was the muscular dude.

"He is not fighting as much as we will. He can help as long as he is helping someone else taken down one strigoi."

"Kid, do you know where to hit?"

"I've study it."

"It'll be harder than in the books, kid. Maybe you should stick to dissipating them." He moves his finger across his neck. I knew what he meant, but he didn't say it right in English. We grab weapons and start walking. The men; where the ones who left to fight, not including Dylan and myself. Which were 4; Denis and Paul were one of them, the others haven't given us names. All but Dylan and I had stakes, Dylan was to use his powers, and I was to have this machete. When we reached the building, they stopped us and told us a plan. Which didn't seem very planned out. One of the guys went around back, and one in the front sneaking their way in. We'll follow and fight the strigoi.

This building happened to be a water power plant, type thing. Paul was in front of us, while Denis was in front of him. The other two guys went through the back to fight. My heart started racing, my first time actually seeing a strigoi. Maybe even kill one, shit my parents would kill me and Paul if they ever find out I put my life at risk. I should've never have come.

The group met each other in the main building area, nobody was here. I had a bad feeling about this. I put Dylan behind me; I don't care what they believed in. Dylan doesn't need to die, especially since he is just here as a friend to me. I mentally scolded myself, for agreeing to this. Paul stood next to me, making sure I was to be okay.

They jumped out of nowhere, but they were everywhere. We walked into a trap; there weren't 10 like they said they thought. It was more like 15-20. We all went to fight, I don't care what Paul said. Let my parents me, I am NOT dying by a strigoi. Their speed and strength was nothing I was used to. I tried fighting back, remembering much of what my father and the school thought me.

"Paul! Get the kids out!" I have no idea who said that, I know for a fact it wasn't Denis.

"I am a little busy!" He yelled back. I had no track of where everyone was I even lost track of Dylan. God, I have no idea what I'll do if he dies.

"Then they fight like us!" Now that was Denis.

The strigoi could've easily attacked us, but it was more like after one of us would finish with one. Another would show I still have no idea where Dylan was all I knew was that he wasn't fighting. Every few hits I would land wouldn't do much to this strigoi. It would easily recover and come at me again, when this happen was the time I was able to look and see everyone. I was still working on one strigoi and the guys have been working on two. I guess I didn't seem much of a battle. I forgot about my strigoi at one point in time and it was in front of me and put so much force into hitting me I went flying. I hit a wall, and fell simply to the floor.

The strigoi walked to me and kneeled. The Moon light shown a little and I was able to see what this strigoi I've been fighting looked like. His blonde hair slicked back, and he looked like he could've been a dhampir before turned. He was smiling at me, until he made me fully look at my face.

"Dimitri?" He looked stunned; I don't know if he knew my dad when he was what he was or before they both turned.

"How do you know my father?"

"Ah. This would be fun, like father like son." The strigoi continued to lean into me. He was so close to my neck.

"NO!" That was Dylan's voice I don't know where he was, but suddenly my strigoi had a round circle around his face. I looked at everyone else's; theirs did too along with every other strigoi in this building. The rest of them, didn't take a chance they staked their strigoi. I just kept staring at mine and he fought to breathe or at least get the water away from his face. Paul showed behind him, fixing to stake him.

"No, wait. He knows my father, I want to know how." Paul stood behind the strigoi.

"Dylan release the water bubble!" I yell then it fell.

"How do you know my father?" The strigoi tried to catch its breath.

"Dylan, the water bubble again!" I was going to torture the answer out of this strigoi.

"Release it!" I yell, then to the strigoi. "Answer my question."

"I know your mother too, before and after I was born."

"How?"

"I went to school with your mother. I'm older than her. I was born soon after I graduated."

"No, how did you know my father?" He shook his head.

"Dylan-"

"No wait. You'll kill me if I answer, you'll kill me if I don't. Why should I answer?"

"Because I am the one with the upper hand here."

"I rather be suffocated, before I answer you."

"Fine. DYLAN! AGAIN!" By this time, the whole group of guys were standing behind Paul, some beaten up really badly and leaning on things to keep them up. I let him stay there longer this time. I had nowhere to go, but even if I did. I don't think I can move. Dylan was too, but he stood beside Paul. He looked undamaged; I could tell he didn't fight. I nod for him to release it.

"Tell me."

"I…I am the one…. Who turned him…and showed him…our ways." Hatred was all I felt, with all my strength- I had the machete next to me- I whipped it across his neck. His head fell to the floor. I just killed my first strigoi and no one will ever know but the people in this room. I fell to the floor, my energy left my body.

"Shit." Was all that I heard, before I passed out. Maybe I was hurt more than I felt.

I woke up on this cot; I knew I wasn't at Paul's place because this house felt different. I heard yelling outside the room I was in. It sounded like Dylan, scolding someone. It soon ended and a man and women entered the room. Shutting it behind them, they took chairs and sat on either side of me. I knew they knew I was awake. The man sighed, and looked at me.

"What made you do this tonight?"

"My parents brought me here to learn. Paul said he could teach me a few things."

"He shouldn't have done that. What if you died?"

"My parents would kill him."

"Exactly, if you knew this. Why did you still go?"

"He said I wouldn't be doing any actual fighting."

"And you believed him?"

"I didn't once we got to where we were going, we ran into a trap." He sighed and shook his head. He had dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He was old, like Olena.

"That's why going with the un-promised ones isn't good."

"How long did you fight this strigoi?" The woman next to me asks. She looked the same as he did; old, brown hair, brown eyes. Except she was a Moroi, that much I could tell.

"I have no idea."

"Well, I token care of most of your wounds. Take it easy the next couple days, though. I couldn't fix your bones."

"Ugh. My parents are going to kill me, when they find out."

"I think they'll be happy that you're safe."

"You don't know my parents."

"Yes, but I am an adult. And can feel compassion for a child." The man said, he got up and left the room. Dylan then entered. The woman gave me a look over.

"You can go home, when you want."

"Thank you, for helping me." She smiled, and left the room.

"Yeah, how you feeling?"

"Sore."

"When Paul found out you were more hurt, then he realized he brought you here."

"Does she know who I am?"

"Paul wouldn't give any detail about you, just saying you were a friend."

"The fight was amazing to watch."

"Watch?"

"Yeah, the strigoi paid more attention to you and the guys. They didn't see me slip away."

"I wondered where you went."

"You killed your first strigoi."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" He nods and looks at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah."

"The strigoi said he turned your father, what does that mean?"

"Nothing." I am pretty sure everyone in the world knows what happened to my father except me and my friends. Like they are shielding us from it.

"Paul said it's time to go. He still doesn't want to be seen as a lair." I shook my head and got up. Pain shot through my abdomen, when we walked out the room. The man and women stood their drinking coffee.

"Come back tomorrow morning and I'll heal more of you, or at least I can try." It hit me then, she was a spirit user.

"Thanks will do." Paul helped Dylan walk me to his house; we slept on the cot the rest of the night.

-End of chapter-

Hello readers. Like mother, like son eh? That is all, thank you for reading –J.