A/N Well well well, guess who just wrote a chapter? I know it's short, super short. Only 323 words but my life has been out of control lately. And I know many of you don't know but I've been focusing on screenwriting rather than just writing, because that's going to be my future career. But I know I can't leave you guys just like that. I'm starting to get back to my writing, and I'll finish this story first and end it mostly likely in a month if I update it everyday, but well my plans never go the way I plan them so let's see how this turns out. For those of you reading Awakened, it might take a while for me to update, sorry. :(

But this story is back on! Review and let me know. Theories? Where's Viktor? What about Mason or Eddie?

There was a white light. A really white light.

Maybe I'm dead and this is the time when I cross into paradise and everything is gone?

But no I can't give up, not when I'm so close to freedom. No. I can't just leave Mason and Eddie alone. What would they do without me? I'm the only one they have left.

I mean there's Dimitri… Oh Dimitri. My beautiful savior, I have to get back to him too. To let him know that there had been nothing he could do to prevent what Viktor he did to me.

Before I had passed out, I had witnessed the awful look of dread in his eyes. It had been guilt. I know he felt guilty for sending me into Viktor's lair alone. But it really wasn't his fault. He had no idea what kind of monster we were dealing with.

The white light became too much, it was bothersome, and not the kind I expected when I was finally going to cross to the other side. This was the kind that made we want to wake up and throw my pillow at someone for turning the lights up when I was trying to sleep.

Maybe this was an awful dream and I would wake up and everything would be the same.

But did I really want for everything to be the same?

I rather have everything not be the same, for Eddie and Mason to be out of that damn house and me on my way to my tomb.

That fucking white light.

My eyes couldn't stand it that they opened up. After some struggle of course, my eyelids felt so heavy that I had to put extra effort into opening my eyes.

But when I did I was met with a beautiful face. Too rough to be an angel, too good to be a demon, but the perfect image of my savior. My Dimitri.