Dimitri had to pull me out of the café after we had gotten our answers. Well, it was more like 'answers' because she didn't give us many. It's a guy and she'd left him on the side of the street for some idiotic, moronic…idiot to pick up and just take away.
I was pissed off at how calmly she had said it too.
"She couldn't have known, Rose." Dimitri tried to sooth me as we walked with our hands on our jacket pockets away from the café.
"That's not the point," I insisted. "How could anyone do that?"
He looked at me. "Not many people get to see the emotional side of Rose Hathaway," he said with a small smile. "I'm glad I'm one of them."
I rolled my eyes at his attempt to distract me. I was getting better and better at keeping on task nowadays.
"That was useless." I said suddenly. "We'll never find him."
Dimitri placed a hand on my shoulder. "I have an idea." He said smoothly. "Two actually."
"It's last hope, isn't it?" I guessed.
He nodded. "The police files may have something. All we have to look for is the files from twenty years ago about a baby found on the street."
"Yay," I said sarcastically. "Plan B?"
"We get blood samples from people we think may be the prince and get them DNA tested." He stated.
"And how many people can you think of that was left on the street in Las Vegas about twenty years ago when he was a baby?" I asked.
He thought for a second. I watched him frown.
"What?" I asked.
"I know one, but I'm not sure if he was left in Las Vegas or not. I highly doubt it actually."
"Who?"
He looked at me. "Denis."
My jaw hit the floor. "Wait, but…he's Russian…"
He nodded once. "Which is why I highly doubt it. But it wouldn't hurt to test it."
I shrugged. "Okay."
He thought for a moment more. "I'll see what I can get at the police station that doesn't involve me cracking into files,"
"That's my job," I interrupted. "I do that."
He rolled his eyes. "You go back to the room and convince Denis to take a blood test without telling him why we need it."
I smiled. "I get two jobs. Cool."
He smiled in a twinge of amusement.
We said our goodbyes one block from the apartment. We walked our separate ways.
When I caught the elevator up to our room, I was replaying over what I was going to say to Denis.
Dimitri and I are worried about you. We want you to go to the doctors to get a blood test…
Would it work? One way to find out.
The elevator dinged and I walked out onto our floor. I swiped the card three times, since this hotel was crappy, the key cards were too. I opened the door to a dark room, the curtains drawn, and not even the light bulb in the bathroom was lit.
I stepped into the room cautiously.
"Denis?" I asked quietly. I walked over to his bed, stroking the empty bed with three fingers as I past it, studying it. It was made perfectly, not so usual for him, and this hotel certainly didn't have cleaning staff.
My bed was made too, I saw through the darkness, and Dimitri's.
Something weird was going on.
Two breaths alerted me of an intruder. I froze, facing the bathroom with the door wide open. I didn't detect a Strigoi in the room. Maybe it was one of Denis' friends?
Like Dimitri, I highly doubted it.
I turned around as slowly as I had been walking, and then walked over to the light switch.
I didn't make it.
A hand covered in foul smelling cloth clamped over my mouth and nose. I tried to turn around and scream at the same time, but it was no use. It was like with Dimitri. He was too strong.
And it wasn't Denis.
The foul smelling cloth's odor filled my lungs, and everything went black.
I couldn't understand why my wrists hurt. It felt like my circulation was being cut off. As my eyes drifted open slowly, and my vision started to clear, I groaned and tried to pull my hands down by my sides.
They were tied behind me, with a big, annoying pole in the way.
I was suddenly awake, looking at the dark meadow around me. I struggled to get the itchy ropes off of my hands, and failed. They were tighter than anything. I couldn't even fit a finger through it. I tried pulling away from the pole, and succeeded.
Between my hands and the pole was about ten centimetres of rope. I grabbed onto the pole. It was thin and wooden, and it didn't look very well supported in the ground. I was able to twist it out of the ground, but that didn't help that I was still attached to it.
I slid it back into the ground.
I knew I couldn't afford it at this time, but I slipped into Lissa's head, praying that I wouldn't have that giant headache later on.
"…I can't believe this! Why would he do it!" Lissa shouted in a cry at Christian. The last thing I wanted to happen was to take this out on Christian, which seemed to happen a lot considering I only rarely caught her at a happy moment.
Christian shrugged, obviously pissed off as well. "I thought he loved her."
"He does! That's what I don't get! He just handed her life to the court on a silver platter!"
Christian hugged her from behind, resting his head on her hair, kissing it.
"We have to go to Russia." She decided. "We have to save her."
NO! No! No! NO!
"Dimitri wouldn't just do that without reason…"
Dimitri sold me out? He told the court where I was?
Why would he do that?
He must have told the police to give the court the call, or he probably would have done it himself.
Idiot, Rose. You're the idiot for trusting someone.
"We're going, Christian. I don't care what you say-"
"We need to be on a plane ASAP." He said quickly. "Come on. She's saved all of our asses enough to let us save hers."
Shit!
I sucked back into my head, thankful that when I slumped on the pole it didn't fall down, and that my pendant popped out from under my shirt. No headache. Thank god.
"Well, well, well this is a lovely sight." A voice cooed from the surrounding bushes.
I couldn't see the guy, but his voice had some familiarity. I kept talking in the hopes he would too, so I could uncover who he truly was.
"If this is lovely your sick." I spat out.
There was an evil laugh. "I guess I am."
There was a spark of ease that gave me the clue.
"Victor." I growled.
He walked out of the bushes with three Strigoi smiling at me behind him. I had suspected as much, but seeing it in real life still gave me that little gasp of shock.
"You idiot," I told him. "What have you done?"
He grinned, and then held up a small recorder that, originally, had been in my pocket.
"I know all about your little scheme to turn me into the court. But don't worry, that won't be necessary. Once I turn in your dead body, I'll gain my respect and feed them a pretty little story about how you forced me to escape the prison and demanded to see my brother. After that, of course, it'll be easy to blame everything on you."
I tried to attack him, but was rudely halted by my ropes. "You son-of-a-bitch." I growled.
He laughed again. "Classic."
"How'd you do it? How the hell did you get Strigoi on your side?"
He smiled. "I am giving them what they want."
"Offering them." I corrected. "But in the end, after you've influenced your group and it's led nowhere, you can't just let them off with all that knowledge. All that hope. You lead them into a battle they can't win."
"I'm impressed. You've been doing your homework. But apparently, a little too much homework." He said. "What I want to know is how you know about Lissa's brother."
That was a little bit of a shock. "You know. Of course you know."
There was a smidge of a smile. "Of course. But you didn't answer my question."
"And I'll never answer your question," I told him. "You're not getting anything out of me."
He grinned, walking towards me. He stood in front of me as he lifted up my chin with his hands. "I always get what I want." He said.
And his hand came down on my face, sending me flying in the other direction. I wanted to collapse, but all I could do was slouch, hanging off the pole.
I felt blood dribble down my chin. I felt the cool breeze trying to dry it. I saw the Strigoi wanting to drink it.
I wiped it as best as I could on my shoulder.
"Now, again. How did you find it out?" he said as he lifted my chin to look at him again.
"An anonymous tip," I spat. "I listen to them often, you know."
He growled, slapping me again out of frustration.
"Why the meadow?" I asked.
He lifted an eyebrow and smiled at me from over his shoulder. "The plan."
I frowned. "What plan?"
He laughed. "The plan that if you don't co-operate, we turn you Strigoi and you burn in the sun at morning."
I ignored the fact that if I was a Strigoi, I could get out of this small set up.
He slapped my cheek three times softly. "They'll be here in a little more than twenty four hours. If you want something done that you couldn't do, get the professionals with a reason."
I tried to bite his fingers.
"You sold me out. You told them it was Dimitri."
He nodded. "And I'll be safe over near the cliff, out of sight while the fight happens, which, incidentally, you'll be ripped apart in."
"Fight?"
He grinned. "You didn't think I called the entire court over here for nothing, did you?"
Hoping that the break worked….sorry about that, guys.
Anyhow, I know I left you with another major cliff hanger, but I promise that I will update with a massive amount. (And I know, Riddhi, I promised not any cliff hangers that are too major, but it's necessary).
Next chapter is going to have a HUGE cliff hanger. Sorry! And again sorry! But I won't be updating until SATURDAY! NOOO! Ha-ha. Maybe I'll try and put in two chappies tomorrow night.
I'm glad that I got a lot of reviews saying to tell about the book I'm writing and how its going. I'll be sure to tell you! Hopefully. But, I do write quite a lot of books, and I change ideas every now and again and it gets all….you know.
Anyway, the one I'm writing now is (hopefully) going to be called "Mermaiden" I have heaps of ideas to make this an awesome book.
Thanks for all the support!
Lauren
