Mandi paced the length of the cell, stopping frequently to throw her hands up in the air. She didn't really know what she was doing herself, she just knew that it helped. She wasn't thinking of how to get out, the only thing that ran through her mind was "Two days. Two days. Two days."

Two days to get out of here. Two days until Brittany started her period. Two days before the vampires go crazy and kill their soulmates. Two days. Two days. Two days.

After a few hours, Roland stepped up, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's time to stop." He muttered.

Mandi shrugged off his hands, before moving a few feet away. "You don't understand." She hissed, glaring at the witch. "If Brittany gets her period while we're still here, we'll be stuck for the next week."

Roland blinked, then shook his head. "She'll make it."

"No. She won't." Mandi growled, sitting down on the bed. "Her cramps get so bad that she can't move."

"Then someone'll carry her." Roland shot back. Then he kneeled down in front of her, so that they were eye to eye. Mandi wanted to move, but their faces were so close that if she tried, they would bump something.

Suddenly, she found herself staring into his bright violet eyes, but she caught herself, blinked and looked away. Only for him to grab her head, and move it so that they were looking at each other again.

"Besides," he was saying. "We have something else we need to get over at the moment."

Mandi glared, and tried to yank her head out of his grip-but to no avail. The damn boy was stronger than he looked.

"I have nothing to say to you." She growled, as if they hadn't just been talking for the past two minutes. She pulled off his hands, and went to stand up, but he pushed her down, so she was laying on the bed with him hovering over her.

"Fine." He hissed, glaring down at her, finally losing the cool that Mandi hated so much. "Then listen, and let me do the talking."

"I have nothing to hear from you."

Roland pressed her hands farther down into the mattress. Mandi was hoping that he would break it, and she would go falling through.

"I don't care." Roland growled. "I have something to say, and you are going to listen."

"Make me." Mandi said, childishly. She didn't want to hear anything he had to say, and would make sure her point got across-even if it already had.

She wanted to grab his face, and slam it on the floor when a smirk graced his lips. She wanted to kick him where it counts, when he adjusted their position so that she couldn't move her legs. She wanted to kiss him, when his bottom lip stuck out in concentration as she continued to struggle.

But, she couldn't do any of these things-and she sure as hell wasn't going to try.

When Roland was finally done, he smirked down at her. "Fine, if you wanna be that way." His hands moved from her wrists, where her jacket had been protecting her, and he wove his fingers through her own. Skin against skin-hadn't Brittany mentioned something about that when she was explaining the soulmate principle? "I will make you."

A shock reverberated through Mandi as his hands settled. Her eyes grew wide, as her brain was trying to come up with a logical explanation. He was making the shock-yeah, he was a vampire, surely he could do those kinds of things. Surely they weren't-Mandi refused to think the words.

But, she could see the world fall away-and the last thing she heard, before everything went black was one word from Roland's mouth, as if he had been reading her mind.

"Soulmates."