Thanks for the reviews of the last chapter. They made my day. Haven't answered a review in like the longest time. Well, today I was pacing around the house with nothing to do. And then all of a sudden, I thought "oh crap I need to go write Another Romance." When I opened the laptop, I realized I had finished that story. And I felt lonely and I missed the good, hectic days of when I had like three or four stories to write all at the same time. I missed those days! So I have a question…I want to write another VA fic; should I write one?

Enjoy the chapter (:

I don't own VA…

"Wonder why it's so dark?" Yaritza asked as we pulled into her driveway.

I shrugged. I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened last night. My son Ervin had woken up at exactly three in the morning, screaming and going crazy. His screams had woken Adrian and me up. When we asked him what was wrong, he said that something wrong was going to happen . . . soon.

After he calmed down and fell back asleep, Adrian and I discussed what had happened. We came down to the conclusion of moving to a Moroi town that had a lot more guardians circling around. Thank God, Charles had purchased a property in a well-protected Moroi town a few years back and so therefore we were going to stay at that house.

Yaritza and I both got out of her SUV. The night around us was darker than usual, making the forest that surrounded Yaritza's home a lot darker than what was considered normal. I looked around, scanning the empty spots where the forest lacked a tree. I saw something move in the shadow.

I pushed Yaritza towards the doorway. "Get inside." It was my job to protect any Moroi and taking her to safety.

The urgent tone in my voice must have alerted her. "You're coming inside with me." She pulled me along and didn't give me time respond. I was dragged inside her home. Yaritza started punching numbers on a touch pad on the wall.

"Anisa! Anisa!" Yaritza called out. Anisa was the guardian that was in charge to look after Yaritza's kids. Nobody came out. After a few seconds, Yaritza's oldest son, James, came out of his room. When he saw his mom, he ran to her and hugged her legs.

"Mom!"

Yaritza kneeled down so she was at eye-level with her son. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Her son started crying. "No, Daddy killed Anisa." He pointed at the dinner table. "He left that letter for you."

"What happened?"

"He took of his ring because he said it was burning him and he went crazy."

Yaritza stood up and ran down the hallway looking for all her children. Her two sons and two daughters came out with frightened looks on their eyes. She kneeled down and pulled them all close. She told them that everything was alright that daddy was going to be back in any minute and everything was going to be fine. The innocence of a child.

After the kids calmed down, they all fell asleep together on the couch. Yaritza walked over to the dinner table and picked up the letter. She read across the lines and started crying. There was a small, dried flower on the table. Yaritza picked it up and cried.

She turned around and faced me. "This was the first flower he ever gave me." I couldn't help but cry with her. "He said to take care of our kids as a last request because he lost whatever small portion of his soul. And he told me he loved me and our kids, and that we are his life. He thanks me for giving him the opportunity to be a father."

We both stayed quiet for a couple of seconds.

She turned to look at me again.

"We have to find Jrar Escovar."

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The plane that was supposed to take us to Europe would leave in an hour. It was hard trying to get everything together. Not only were Adrian and I leaving, the kids were being sent to a the Moroi town with Charles and Arianna and my mother and father and Yaritza was sending her kids as well.

When Yaritza had found out that we were taking the trip the Europe (exactly where Vera had said he had been last) she was the first one ready and packed to go. She was now waiting on us. It was Jack, Vera, Adrian, and me that were accompanying Yaritza.

Adrian and I only packed a change of clothing. If we'd need anything, there wasn't anything we couldn't buy. Since Yaritza was a nerve-wreck and she wanted to leave to the airport, we all piled up in Adrian's BMW and drove to the airport, bending some of the speed limit laws.

The hours flew by as we flew over seas to get to Europe. Rome was precisely where we were going. It was very quiet in the first class cabin of the plane. There was people with blankets over them or others were drinking coffee and on their laptops. Jack and Vera sat in front of Adrian and me. Yaritza sat on the side of Adrian and me; a business man, who was actually pretty gorgeous, sat beside her. She was freaking out all the time, jittering in her seat and jumping up and down at the slightest sound. The guy constantly kept giving her weird looks.

At one point, I found it amusing. I coughed several times just hide laughs. In a way, I could understand her nervousness and nerve-wrecking self. Her husband's life was on the line on her. I was pretty sure the way Yaritza was acting would be nothing if I would have been in her place.

The guy had had enough, I assumed, because he turned at Yaritza with a worried look. "Miss, are you well?"

Yaritza stared at the business man for a while. "No, quite frankly, I am not well. I am going insane!"

"Why so?"

She eyed the human. "That's a private matter, whoever you are."

This time the business man eyed her. "It's not a private matter when the 'matter' involves me."

"Who are you exactly?"

Everything went silent for a while as we waited for him to answer.

"I'm Jrar Escovar."

Crazy, right? How did he know that they were looking for him? Creepy. *shudders*

So what do you think? Should I write another fic? Or finish the ones I have?

Your opinion matters a lot

-M