Hello everyone! Thanks for reading and reviewing, once again. I know that I am not updating as much..but it's only because I have one chapter left after this one. Originally it was going to be the two chapters together, but I wanted to give you something to read now, haha. The actual book comes out February 12, 2013 so I wanted to give you something to read up until it came out. So the next chapter, being the last chapter won't come out until like the end of January? I think it will just help to have something to read before the real Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead comes out. Hopefully that works..and makes sense.

So enjoy this chapter, I know it's shorter than the others, but hopefully steamy enough to satisfy everyone. And the next update will be the final chapter (coming Jan 31 ish). Thanks for reading again! -J

I was blindfolded, in a vehicle of some sort, and my wrists and ankles were tied. I had been so stupid. I should have brought someone with me. I should have called for help. I should have looked to see if it was really Marcus or not. He had been the one to warn me, after all. I should have done basically anything else other than what I did.

As soon as Cynthia had grabbed me, I tried screaming, but she did something to me so that I wouldn't be able to make a sound. I was still weak, so I couldn't even fight back really. I saw that she took me to some side exit, away from the entrance we had taken at the start of all this. Adrian and Eddie were probably wondering where I was. Heck, I was wondering where I was.

She had tied me up, and put on the blindfold inside the building. Then I heard a few voices, and I was picked up by someone that smelt like too much aftershave. I got thrown into some vehicle, probably a van considering the amount of space I had in the back, as I would roll over whenever we made a turn. Basically, this was a nightmare. Cynthia got what she wanted. Me.

I couldn't hear much from whoever the drivers were, but there were at least two of them. I assumed one was the one that smelled like aftershave, and there was another man. None of them were Cynthia, judging by the masculine voices. Though, I doubt she was that far behind us.

I struggled against the ropes on my arms, but they wouldn't budge. Whoever tied them knew what they were doing.

A cell phone rang, and I one of them men picked up.

"Hello?" One said. He had a slight accent, possibly Irish of some sort. "Yes. No. We are on the way. Back roads. Yes." Then he must have hung up since he stopped talking. First of all, where were we on the way to? Secondly, back roads? That meant we weren't on a highway, main street, or anything. Meaning we were less likely to be found.

Great.

"Check on the girl." One said.

I heard movement and then hands were on my arm, pulling me. "Ouch!" I cried.

"Shut it." Said the man. He wasn't the aftershave one, that was for sure. This one smelt like he hadn't showered in weeks.

He tugged on my arm restraints, then he tugged on the ones around my ankle.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

I felt a hand on my cheek. Flinching away, I heard him grunt. His hand went back, and slowly he opened up my blindfold, giving me a small, narrow view of him. He was bald, sweaty, and big. I gulped.

"Away. You will be going away. For a very long time, girl." He smirked, lowing my blindfold once again.

I heard him retreating back to the front of the van. At least now I knew a description of what one of them looked like. You know, just in case I ever got out of this mess and needed to tell someone about it all. I also managed to see a bit out of one of the windows. I saw the street named "Desert View Drive". That meant we were close to the airport. Only minutes away.

I sat in silence. Trying to think of spells I could cast, I really didn't have a clue about what I could do to get out of this situation. I was an amateur. Sure I was a fast learner, but ultimately I was not that powerful at the moment, not enough to get me out of this.

The van eventually stopped, and I heard footsteps. The door opened up and my blindfold was taken off. I looked up into Cynthia's cold eyes.

"Good trip Sydney?" She smiled down at me.

"Please, just let me go."

She tisked. "We had a deal. I wouldn't kill your friends if you came with me. They are all alive, I believe. Now it's your turn to obey our agreement. You will come with me, and be at my side."

I frowned. "Where are you taking me?"

"Far away from Palm Springs, that's for sure. I've had enough of this place."

She unbound my legs, though I heard her chanting a spell.

Undoing my arms, I sat there still. Limp.

"Sydney, you aren't going to be able to move unless I order it from you. We are now going through airport security. You will obey everything I tell you. You will behave, you will follow me, you will be the perfect little citizen. Understood?"

I nodded, though I did it unintentionally. The spell was working. She was able to control my movements.

"Get up, and walk with me now."

I did as she said, getting out of the van. It was darker outside, though the sun was starting to rise a little. This meant that no Strigoi would be popping up out of nowhere at least. Though the two men that drove me, as well as one more that must have arrived with Cynthia, were standing there, arms crossed.

"I have had a passport made up for you." She handed it over to me, disrupting my thoughts.

I looked over it. I could tell it was a fake, the handiwork was terrible. Some of the ink was even smeared.

Cynthia laughed. "Don't worry, you will get in."

I glanced over the passport more. Fake name: Laura Ray Stone. Picture: Obviously she took it without my permission from some hidden camera or she used a computer to tweak some girl that looked like me. My weight and height were pretty accurate though. It also said I was living in Paris, France. I turned the passport around. It was a France passport.

"Is this where we are going?" I asked. "France?"

She laughed. "Yes, our new home."

I gulped, though I couldn't protest because of her spell.

We entered the airport. It was pretty crowded for this time in the morning. I wanted to yell out to one of those people. Tell them that I was here against my will. But I couldn't. Everytime I thought of it or tried to do it, my mouth would just stop working. With any movement I tried to make that would allow me to run free, my legs wouldn't move that way.

One of the men got tickets from the front desk as we all stood behind him, silently. The woman looked through our passports, barely glancing.

"How was the vacation?" The woman asked politely.

Cynthia spoke up. "Wonderful, though we all miss Paris. My daughter, Laura, she misses all her friends back home."

Daughter? Great.

"Aw, well I hope you have a wonderful flight. Security is to your right." She smiled at me.

"Thank you," I told her, the words just popping out of my mouth.

We walked away. "So we are all family?" I asked.

"Yes. Your father here," she pointed to the blonde that road with her. "Paul. And your cousin and uncle, Peter and Elliot." Those were the two that drove with me. Peter being the cousin that smelt like aftershave. Elliot being the bald uncle. Quite the family, I thought.

We got to security, and everything went through alright. I had a feeling that Cynthia was doing something so that we all made it by without anyone saying anything. She never told me though, as we continued to walk to our terminal. Looking around, I saw several payphones, many people on cells, and a few computers. All of these could be used to call my friends. But I couldn't go to any of them. I couldn't move towards them at all.

"Sit," Cynthia ordered to me. I did so. We were at the terminal, and our plane would arrive in minutes, taking me away forever.

Concentrating, I tried to speak. "Let...me...go." I managed to say in an almost whispering voice. When I said the words, the concentration made my head hurt.

"No." She said. "You are my prize. I have a lot planned for you."

I eyed her. "W-what?"

"In time, Laura." She smirked. "Patience is a virtue."

I sighed, becoming too tired to try anymore.

"If you are tired, you should sleep." Cynthia said, her voice sounding slightly foggy. "Sleep. Sleep until we arrive to our destination. Sleep, Sydney. Sleep."

I drifted off into a deep, dark slumber.

"Sydney?" I heard a voice. "Come on, Sydney."

"Hmm?" I murmured. The darkness around me was starting to vanish. Soon, it disappeared altogether, leaving me on a large rooftop. The moon was shining down on me, the starts we twinkling, and the cool air surrounded me. I wasn't alone though.

"Sydney." Adrian said my name again. "Finally."

I looked at him as he approached me. His hair glistened against the light from the moon. His face was flawless, almost too flawless, as if he were an angel. His tall frame walked to me, moving so smoothly that it made me fall into a trance.

"Adrian." I sighed his name, smiling up at him. He moved his arms around me, holding me close. I breathed in his scent. He smelt like Adrian. The cologne suited him, though I could still smell his own scent underneath it. I loved it.

"Adrian, I missed you." I placed my head deep into his chest, just under the shoulder.

"Me too." I felt him kiss my head, pulling away slightly. "I thought you were..." His eyes searched mine. "Nevermind. You aren't."

Without warning his lips met mine, and not being able to help it, I sighed as my lips moved against his. The kiss was sweet, yet powerful. It was soft, yet agonizingly forceful. Like it would be a long time until he kissed me again.

I pulled away. "What's the matter?"

Blinking a few times, he managed to focus on me. "Right. I just needed to do that though."

I smiled. "I really didn't mind."

He didn't return the smile. "Sydney, you're dreaming. This isn't real."

I frowned. "No, it has to be real. I can see you. I can feel you. I can taste-"

"Stop, we need to hurry before Cynthia find's out."

"Cynthia?" I asked. Then it all came back to me. "Cynthia! She took me."

"I know. Where are you though? We have everyone searching for you. Even the Alchemists have come."

"Alchemists? They know?"

"Not about you, but about the whole Cynthia working with Strigoi and being a witch thing, yes."

"Okay." I nodded. "Still odd that they know now..." Maybe I should have told them, they would be mad that they didn't know everything.

"Sydney, where are you?" His hands clenched my shoulders. "Concentrate. Where are you in the real world?"

"Real world?" I asked, confused again. Right, this was a dream. A spirit dream. That would have made me upset in the past, but not anymore. It was funny, how much I had changed from the scared-of-vampires-girl to the girl I am now.

"Adrian," I looked up at him. "I just want to thank you. You have always been here for me, even when you thought I hated you. Truthfully...I never hated you. You were always so charismatic, charming, and...actually a pretty decent guy. I really regret hurting you before. I think...the only reason I stayed away was because of how scared I was to face how I really felt. I was too afraid to go against the other Alchemists. To stand up to my father, my superiors, and what everyone, my whole life, had been telling me."

Adrian put a finger on my lips. "Sydney, why are you telling me all of this? Right now?"

I took my hand, pushing his finger away. I then placed my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to me. "Adrian, you are so special to me. I don't even think you understand how much everything you have done for me has made me who I am today. It's made me feel special. It's made me feel valuable. It's made me feel important, powerful, strong. It's made me feel loved." I kissed him softly, pulling away to say what I had wanted to say for a long time. "I love you Adrian Ivashkov."

This time he kissed me. It was a desperate kiss, one that made my toes curl and my heart race. One that made me want more than just his lips touching mine. And boy did he know how to move his tongue. My hands roamed over his chest, then up under his shirt. Trying to remove it, he ended up taking it off himself. Then his lips met mine again, as my hands continued to explore that flawless chest of his. His lips moved to my neck, tracing rough kisses that left a trail of burning skin as they moved. His hands were also exploring, as they moved along the hem of my shirt, circling but not going up where I wanted them.

"Adrian, take it off." I ordered, not even caring how demanding I sounded. I was too hot to have it on anyways.

It was off in a second. Honestly, I didn't know how he did the things he did. He stopped moving however, and I looked up to find his eyes slowly going over my almost naked body. I still had a bra on, but the way he was looking at me almost made me feel like I had nothing on.

"You are so beautiful." He said, his voice making me shiver.

"After taking a second or two to muster up the courage I said, "I'm all yours."

His mouth was on me again. He moved so quickly, that I almost fell down. He pushed me back though, as we both made contact with the floor. It was cement, so it kind of hurt. Adrian realized my discomfort, and pretty soon, we weren't on a roof anymore. We were in a field full of flowers and thick, green grass. The sun was shining down on us, and we were under a large tree.

"It's beautiful Adrian." I smiled up at him.

His hand moved some of my hair back, and he rested it on my cheek. "As much as I want to continue this...which, trust me, I really want to do. We need to stop."

"What? Why?" I asked, worrying that I had done something wrong.

"Because. It may feel real. It may look real. Heck, maybe it is real. But the world we are in, it's not this one. Where are you, Sydney. I need to get to you, the you in the real world." He sounded so desperate, so worried.

"I can't think. I don't know, Adrian." I told him, just wanting to hold him, to continue what we were doing earlier. "Let's just stay here, together."

"Sydney, I need to find you." He told me. "We can do this later, when we are really together."

"Promise?" I asked.

He nodded. "Think. Where are you?"

I thought hard. I knew I was with Cynthia, and other people. But I couldn't remember.

"I can't Adrian." I told him.

"You were taken by Cynthia. Just go from there." He urged.

I thought. "I got tied up and blindfolded. These two guys were in the...van. Yes, a van. We were driving and one of them...he..."

Adrian now looked worried. "What did he do?"

"No...not that. Not what you are thinking." I reassured him. "He took off my blindfold and I saw a street. The airport! We went to the airport!"

"The airport?" Adrian confirmed. I nodded. "Okay, and you are there now?"

I started to say yes, but I didn't think I was there. "I...I think I left. Cynthia had me under a spell. What time is it? How long has it been since I've been taken?"

Adrian thought. "Almost two hours, I'd say."

"Two hours?" I gasped. "Adrian, I don't think I'm in the airport anymore."

"You are on a flight?"

"Yes."

"Which one? Where are you going?"

I gulped. "I'm on my way to Paris." I sighed hopelessly. "Paris, France. Adrian...I'm leaving the country."