I hurried to get this out to you guys. Updates will be slower because school is starting up again. Also I wanted to ask if you guys would like short chapter like this but faster updates or longer chapters but fewer updates? Also thanks to all of the reviews you guys made, they made me really happy and encouraged me to write more.
Here is chapter three, hope you like it!
I spent the rest of the trip eating and sleeping without nightmares. I felt a knot of nervousness in my stomach, the closer I got to Baia. As I sat in my cabin, thought of all the possible outcomes. The most likely would be that the Belikovas- plus Paul, minus Viktoria, would be happy to see me. But there was also the possibility that Viktoria had made them mad at me. Or that they simply hated me for leaving without saying goodbye. No, that's not possible, the Belikovas really liked me and would be happy to see me. Or so I hoped.
When I step out of the train, I immediately spot the car-rent shop. The same as Sydney and I had used. Though I don't rent the same car, because that would draw to much attention and I didn't want to raise any heads. The strigoi was still out there and I didn't want another run in.
I drove all day to be able to get to the motel before nightfall. As I drove, I started the radio and immediately country music blasted, I hurried to turn down the volume. When I turned the music down to reasonable volume, I realized that it was the kind of music Dimitri always used to listen to.
As I sat in my rented car with the sun just about to go down, I felt tears trickle down my cheeks. Soon they turned to sobs that ripped through me and the song was still playing. I finally felt everything I had pushed down. My world came crashing down and I struggled to pull over on the road. I stopped the car and leaned my head on the steering wield and just sobbed. And sobbed and sobbed, all the while the country music was still playing.
I had no idea how long I sat there, but when I heard a thump, as if someone hit the car, I was immediately alert and my tears had stopped. I cursed. My crying had slowed me down and now the sun had gone down. Even with my dhampir eyes it was hard to see anything. I heard another thump and the car shaked from the hit. I took out my stake, made sure my knife was still in my boot and tied my hair up with an elastic.
I felt my body get ready for a fight and stepped out of the car. Immediately I was hit in the side. I stumbled a few steps but sprung back and got in a defensive stance. I had all of three seconds to take in the red eyes and pale skin of the strigoi attacking, before I had to block another hit. I took a step back and kicked the strigoi in the ribs, before quickly backing off. He doubled over but recovered fast with a kick of his own. We circled each other and exchanged hits and kicks. As he threw himself at me, I duck under his arm and kicked him in the back as hard as I could. He fell and before he could get up, I staked him the back. Dead.
I stood panting for mere seconds before I heard foot-steps. My wild side wanted to stay and fight, but my rational, guardian side told me to get out of there. There could be a lot more and even though I knew I could hold my own in a fight, I wasn't sure how many strigoi there was and it would be stupid to take them on without knowing how many there were. So instead of getting ready for another fight I rushed to my rented car and started driving. Fast.
I didn't want any of the strigoi to follow me and it could have been humans. I didn't want to get arrested for killing a strigoi. Though they didn't know it was a strigoi and therefore I wouldn't have a valid explanation as to why I just murdered a random guy.
I sped all the way to the motel and thankfully I wasn't stopped by the police. Small blessings. As got out of the car I felt my new injuries. I hadn't before because of the adrenaline, but now I felt the bruises he had left on me. He got me in the ribs, I felt my cheekbone ache from a hit and my limp was worse. He had been smart enough to notice that I savored my right leg and had kicked me in my injurie. Therefor I understood the surprise I saw in the host' eyes at the sight of me. A barely 18-year-old girl, with multiple injuries and a limp. I booked a room for the night and I could see in the host' eyes that he wanted to ask if I was alright, but chose not to.
After getting the key, and limping to my room, I digged out my med-kit from my bag, and started rapping up new injuries. I felt my eyes dropping and when I was done, I changed out of my bloody clothes, into sweats and a t-shirt. As soon as I was under the covers, I let my eyes drop and sleep come.
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My sleep was tormented by nightmares of Strigoi-Dimitri. At around 5 am I was too restless to stay in bed. I re-dressed my injuries and checked on my leg. I went down to the kitchen and was not surprised to find it empty, except for a chef making morning bread. Some of the bread was already out and I asked politely in the best Russian I could, if I could have a piece or two. He looked at me in barely masked pity and gave me some of the bread and some butter and cheese. I thanked him profusely and hurried to my room.
I put on jeans and a hoodie- to better hide my injuries. Then I paid for my room to a very grumpy and sleepy clerk at the front desk. I then went to find my car and when I did, I drove slowly out of the parking lot and headed the rest of the way to Baia.
