The Motel

A week had past since my encounter with Jared and Dean and honestly I was still shaken over everything that had happened; I was almost a vampire, Sebastian had to be introduced to my occasional lover, and Jared successfully killed me. I really wanted to pretend that I was alright, but I knew I wasn't okay and no one was going to talk me into being okay. All I had to focus on was getting the books from the remaining families and making sure Jared couldn't lay his hands on them.

"Where is the first book?" I asked Hermione as we set out to make a list of the remaining families.

"The first one we want to hit is the Longbottom's," Harry said opening up a map that covered the entirety of the long oak table that occupied the library center, "Last we heard of them, they were in hiding here near the Alpine Pass. The only direct route is on the main highway, which will take you about a day, all the other ways are full of Jared's guards and spies. I would leave soon to avoid detection and to get a jump start on retrieving the book before Jared gets the chance."

"Alright I'll start packing then," I said as I walked off to my room. I felt a sense of relief as I crossed the threshold into my bedroom; I sat on my bed, ran my hands over my face and exhaled. I felt super tense, anxious, and paranoid; Jared really did a great job at fucking me up and now I couldn't get the idea of dying out of my head. I stood up, grabbed a duffle bag and started to pack some clothes when I heard shuffling coming from in the hallway; I turned my head and saw Sebastian standing at my doorway with a duffle bag by his feet. I ignored him and continued packing the bag.

After a few seconds of silence, Sebastian asked, "Are we going to talk about what happened that night?"

"I'd rather not," I said and I could feel tension grow from him. "This is not about what Jared did to me. This is about Dean. Do you feel threatened by him or something?"

"Threatened isn't the word I would use," he stated as I kept packing.

"And the word you would use is what?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sebastian said as I scoffed. "How do you know him?"

"We met a few years ago and whenever he came into town Ben and I would host him for dinner," I said casually avoiding telling him the whole truth.

"You're not telling me something," Sebastian said stepping into the room and folding his arms. Now he wanted to pick a fight.

I stepped out from my closet and confronted him, "What do you want me to tell you?"

"The fucking truth," he said almost screaming at me.

"Fine here is the truth," I said throwing the rest of my clothes on the bed, "Dean and I met after he randomly attacked me, trying to feed on me. I struck up a deal where if I willingly gave myself to him, then he wouldn't go after me anymore. He agreed. So over the next few years, he would come into town, we would meet, he would feed from me, and then he would leave town. This went on for about four years until one night I was attacked by rogue vampires and he jumped in and saved me; he brought me back to the home he was staying at until I recovered enough to go back home. That night we wound up sleeping together and ever since then, that's all it has been. He comes into town, he feeds from me, we fuck, I go home. That's all. Now tell me, do you feel better now that you know the fucking truth, or would you have preferred I lie to you?!" I picked up my clothes, shoved them into a duffle bag, and headed for the door. I turned to him, before leaving the room and said, "From now on, you don't get to judge my life choices until you check your own!"


The car ride we took was so extremely awkward between the two of us; I was still pissed at him and I could see he wanted to ask my questions, but was too afraid to ask. We were cooped up in a car for an hour so far and all I wanted to do was get out and walk, but I couldn't risk getting jumped by Jared's men again so I stayed where I was and embraced the awkward tension. We still had another three hours, so we pulled into a motel parking lot and booked a room so we could freshen up; we walked up the cracking stairs to our room and immediately when Sebastian closed the door, I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I was so enraged that I unconsciously punched the wall and ignored the pain as blood seeped down my wrist and my arm and three bones popped out; I sat on the toilet, ran my bloody hands through my hair and sighed. I could feel tears running down my face, but I wiped them away when I heard Sebastian knock on the door.

"Are you alright?" he asked, "I heard a loud noise from in here." I unlocked the door to let him in and he gasped when he saw my hand, "What the hell did you do?"

"I pretended the wall was your face," I said as he rolled his eyes and backed away from the door to let me out. I sat on a chair as he took a bed sheet and ripped it in half in order to bandage my hand; I didn't even wince as he pushed all the bones back together in order to wrap my hand.

After a few minutes, he said, "I'm sorry I judged you. It wasn't right of me to judge you for what you do with your life. I wasn't a part of your life for a long time so what you did and do with it is your choice."

"Then why did you make a big deal about it?" I asked as he continued to wrap my hand.

"Because I love you so fiercely that it just made me angry," Sebastian said as I blushed and he got up after tying the bandage. He paced for a bit and then went on, "I've loved you since the day we met and to see or hear you being with other guys scares me and makes me jealous. I know you're not mine and I don't claim you. I felt like you had a right to know how I really felt."

I was stunned; I mean I knew he loved me, but I never knew he loved me this much. I didn't know what to say. "Why didn't you come to me before?"

"That would have been a great approach to say to your best friend, 'hey, guess what? I'm madly in love with you. Let's go bang!'" Sebastian said as I scoffed.

"But you had no problem feeling me up in the club," I reminded him smiling. He smiled back and turned towards me.

"You didn't seem to mind," he said as I blushed again.

I ignored him and said, "I'm going to freshen up." I grabbed a black tank top from my bag and almost ran into the bathroom; my face was so red and hot and my body was so bothered it was really hard to ignore. I splashed water on my face to hopefully take away the redness and cool down everything before going out to see Sebastian doing push-ups, shirtless, in the middle of the room. My body became hot again and I tried to hide it.

"I'm going to get some ice," I said grabbing the ice bucket.

"Ok," Sebastian said continuing with his push-ups. I walked out of the room and almost sprinted down the hallway to get away from him; he was my best friend, why was I feeling like this? Was it because of the club? Were these residual feelings or something else? I continued to think about these things, but my concentration was broken when I heard yelling from the room across from the ice machine. I walked over, quietly, to see two men in suits badgering the couple inside.

"Where are the books?" I heard one of them say.

"What books?" asked the scared woman, protecting her kids in the corner of the room. The two men pulled out their wands and pointed them at the woman and her kids. Thinking fast, I held up the ice bucket and threw it through the window with such force it knocked out one of the men. The other turned around and pointed his wand at me; he was tall, bald, and wore sunglasses. He opened his mouth to utter a spell, but then he was blasted backwards with beams of fire. I was stunned and confused until I looked at my hands and noticed them on fire; how was this even possible. Suddenly, Sebastian was standing behind me, wondering about the commotion.

"What the hell?" he asked.

The mother left her children and came over to the window, "Are you Rey and Sebastian?"

We looked at each other before I answered, "Yes." She smiled and went over to her suitcase to get something; we braced ourselves, hoping this was not how we met our end. She handed us a book.

"You're one of the families?" I asked,

She shook her head. "No, I belong to a dangerous family. Take my book and never let it fall into the wrong hands." She took her kids' hands and apparated from the hotel room. The men started to stir and we decided it was best to leave before they were at full strength. We packed our things at lightning speed, jumped into the car, and sped away from the motel. An hour later, we pulled off to the side of the road to breathe and stretch our legs, but we forgot about the book the mysterious woman gave us.

"Whose name was on that book? It looked ancient," Sebastian said. I almost forgot about that; I went over to the car and grabbed the book, but the name on the book shook me to the core. Shook me into silence. "Rey?" Sebastian walked over to me and went white as a ghost when he saw the name on the book.

Riddle.