Good morning everyone! Or Afternoon! Or Night! Whichever, I'm stoked you're reading this :) Um, I'm running out of things to say on these A/N things, but I guess that's a good thing cause then you can read more, cause then I write more… yeah, I don't make sense sometimes. Oh! Btw, this line in Chapter 15, I wrote wrong: '...scent of Demetri, Alec, Alena's friend Chloe and a fainter smell of Chloe...' Yeah, sorry about that, it's supposed to be: '...scent of Demetri, Alec, Alena's friend Chloe and a fainter smell of Alena...' I can't be bothered to go back and fix it. Yeah, I know, lazy! Hah! Anyway, have fun reading: Cheers!!
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Demetri POV
As soon as Chloe fainted a ruckus broke out. It was crossed between Jane shouting at Alec, Carlisle trying to reason with Aro that there was a better way to do this, Alice explaining what happened to the rest of her family and the Denali's and a pitiful whine that came from the door often. I turned around and saw a large russet wolf at the open door that lead into the backyard. It was looking at Renesmee who was crouched over Chloe, trying to get her to wake up.
Slowly, Chloe's eyes opened and she sat up straighter in the chair, sort of cringing back into it. Everyone stopped and looked at her.
"It's okay to be afraid." Edward spoke quietly.
I sat up a little straighter, if Alena was anything like her friend; I wondered how she had taken the news of vampires... not very well if she was a lot like Chloe.
Chloe gasped in deep breaths, "What are you going to do now?"
Aro grinned and practically floated to her. I'd always wondered how he walked as though he were on a cloud. I watched silently as Aro stroked her face trying to calm her down. My mind was on two things right now. One, Alena, Two, here... I was paying attention to number one more than number two though. The scene in front of me was more like a movie that I wasn't paying attention to. All I could think about was getting Alena back. I needed her in my arms, she was the only reason I was alive right now... not that I was actually living... technically we were the Undead. I held back a frustrated groan. I was Demetri Volturi! A majority of the vampire world feared me! I was one of the best hunters! I was the greatest, the best, and the most efficient tracker in the world. I was it! But now, I could barely find anyone any more! I couldn't find Bella if I was looking for her, I could find the Romanians, I couldn't find their arm, I couldn't find Alena! The one person in the world that I needed so, so badly, the only person I would follow anywhere and everywhere in the world. I'd lost her and now couldn't find her. It was a case of Lost but Not Found.
"Cheer up Demetri, we'll find her." Edward sympathetically murmured.
I sighed and looked up, "How can you be sure?"
He shrugged, "We have to find her."
"Are you ready?" Aro asked, his figure shaking with excitement.
She gulped, "No?"
Aro smiled.
I looked out the window, it'd started to snow. That means the scent of Alena would disappear soon. Just like my hope of finding her.
I sighed and turned my attention back to Chloe. She was sitting the chair, hands folded in laps. Leaning as far back as she could. I couldn't blame her; Aro was leaning in so close. There was no stopping him now. Pretty soon he'd been leaning forward, brushing his lips against her bare neck, mouth opening, and teeth grazing her skin. And then, he'd open his mouth and sink his razor sharp granite teeth into her flesh, sinking past the epidermis, past everything until he'd reached a main artery. I jumped slightly in the air as a bloodcurdling screech hit the ceiling. Aro's teeth had already sunk into her flesh, just as I'd imagined it. He pressed deeper and deeper, and her screams turned into chokes and her chokes turned into gurgles. Then, her gurgles turned into ear-splitting shriek again. I coughed and stopped breathing when the stench of fresh blood surrounded the room. I watched silently as just about everyone stopped breathed and postures became rigid. I felt a rush of calmness and repose, everyone in the room relaxed and calmed down. I leaned forward to see Chloe, I'd always found a quaint yet strange fascination to changings. The human attitudes and reactions never ceased to amaze me. I saw a spot of blood drip of Aro's chin and he pulled back. Blood was all over her neck.
It was all quiet.
And then the screaming stared again.
"Alec," Carlisle said softly, "Would you mind. I wouldn't be fond if the Chief of Police found his way over her because it sounded like we were murdering someone here."
Alec smirked but kept a watchful and worried eye on Chloe, "But we are. She won't be technically alive after this."
Carlisle shot him a wary look, "Alec, please."
Alec rolled his eyes but gave a rueful grin, "My pleasure."
The screaming stopped, or the noise did.
Chloe was still thrashing the chair and her mouth was opening and it looked like she was screaming but no noise came out. Alec's gaze on her deepened for a second and then she stopped moving all together.
"Aro, did you really have too?" Carlisle chided.
Aro up from his crouching position, pretending to dust lint of his pants, he gazed at Carlisle with a confused expression.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"She wasn't ready."
Aro bit back a groan, "Carlisle, what did you want me to do? Wait until she runs out screaming?"
Carlisle shook his head and sighed, "Never mind, it's over. Esme, if that guest room available?"
I looked at Esme; she was beautiful yes, and so motherly. She strangely reminded me of my own mother, even though I was older than her. All she wanted to do was take care of people.
"Of course, dear, do you want me to take her upstairs?"
Aro smiled and before Carlisle could say something else he interrupted, "No, you have family matters to attend to. Alec, why don't you?"
Alec raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Yes master."
I watched silently as usual, lost in my own thoughts, as Alec effortlessly picked Chloe's limp figure up in his arms, bridal style. In the next second, he was up the stairs and heading towards the door that Esme was pointing to.
"She reminds you of your own mother, doesn't she?" Edward said quietly from where he was leaning against a wall.
I looked at Esme who smirked to herself and sent a loving smile towards me. Wow, I had no idea that vampires could be so... maternal.
Edward chuckled quietly, "You do realise that you are a lot older than her."
I laughed in spite of myself, "Yes, I was just thinking of that in fact."
Edward pushed himself of the wall with ease and sat of a chair that was across from the sofa I was on.
"Speaking of families, did Alena ever tell you the story behind hers?"
I hadn't realized that I'd unconsciously growled until I caught Edward looking at me quizzically with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, her mother is a terrible woman. But if you think that's terrible, then you should hear about her father."
I looked up with curiosity.
"Yes, Alena's father was a nightmare to her. I'd often offer to personally 'take care' of him. But her love for her father astounds me."
My eyes narrowed, "Take care?" I had flashes of Edward beating someone to death.
He gave a mirthless laugh, "Yes, people like him do not deserve to live."
I sat up straighter, immediately wanting to know this horrible man in Alena's life so I could hunt him down and make him suffer... slowly."
Edward nodded, "Alena's father was a very... calm man. Until he found out that Alena's mother, Sophie was cheating on him. Sophie had found out that he'd found out and so she ran away... a spa trip perhaps. I don't know where. But that left him with Alena. I don't know why Alena still loves him, possibly because he's the man who raised her to be the woman she is now. Set aside the horrid things he did. He taught her things, like how to cook, how to sew even. He raised her for around four years before Sophia came back. Alena never told her mother the things that he did. But she can't hide her thoughts from me. Her father beat her, every night, thinking that somehow it was her fault. He thought she might know something about where Sophia was. But she did. And he never believed her. One night, January First... It was New Year's Day and Byron, her father, had decided to go out for some late night drinks. He came back in a hideously drunken state."
I unconsciously gulped... a human trait that I'd somehow picked up from Amore Mio.
"I can stop if you want." Edward began warily but I cut him off with a shake of my head.
"No, I want to hear the rest." I edged quietly.
He nodded, "When he came home, he found Alena in the den, watching a show, first, he beat her. And then, he kissed her..." Edward trailed off, leaving me swallowing a pool of venom in my mouth.
"Did he...?" I wearily trailed off, wondering silently if this poor excuse of a man went further than that. I wondered if this man had physically connected with his own daughter. I felt horrified and sick as I thought of the man she called her father thrusting herself inside of him.
"No, it never got that far." Edward stated quietly. Relief flooded me. Alena Grayson was mine.
"So what happened next?" I asked, curiosity eating away at me again.
Edward grinned ruefully, "Before he could hurt her again, she ran away. But somehow, she ran into her Mother. She'd come back after all those years. And she really did want to start anew with Byron and Alena. So they tried again, to be a happy family. It worked out for about a year or two. But then, Byron for some unbeknownst reason, left. Then Sophie started to abuse Alena, more than Byron did. Alena kept up a faithful act of being the girl who just took it all. But then, in her sixteenth year, I guess she couldn't take it anymore. I guess she snapped because the last time her mother really beat her, well, she doesn't do things halfway. When Bella and I found her, her lip was bleeding, she had a black eye, her legs had bruises all over them and a rib was crack."
I fought back a hiss.
"It's lucky that we have Carlisle, he does wondrous things." Edward finished.
Thinking back, and imagining what Alena would have looked like when Edward and Bella first ran into her. Then, I thought of what she looked like when Stefan beat her up. I lost my cool, I just snapped as I thought of what those bastards could be doing to her right now. They definitely did not deserve to live.
Unknowingly, I let out a harsh growl making everyone jump in the room. I got and fled up the stairs; I turned right and opened the door quietly. I stepped inside and walked silently over to Alena's best friend. I felt a strange kinship to her. Whoever were friends with Alena, well, was my friend I guess... even Rosalie. I smiled softly at Chloe and brushed my fingers across her sweating forehead.
"I'll find her. Till the death..." I whispered a promise.
I then stalked out the room and my heart, beating or not, hardened with hate and determination. One, I would find her, two, I would kill those Romanians. Going to Alena's room, I dressed quickly into my official Volturi uniform...mainly black, but with the greying sweater. Stopping at the mirror on my way out of the room, I caught sight of the Volturi necklace dangling from my neck. I stroke it for a second. I was Demetri Volturi. One of the world's greatest predators, I was the best tracker. I could find her. I was downstairs in the next second. Everyone looked cautious at the resolute and murderous expression on my face. I saw Edward nod at me from a corner of my eye.
"Good luck." He said. I nodded in acknowledgement.
I picked up my almost black cloak from the couch arm, I stalked to the back door, halfway out the door, and I saw Felix head my way. I stopped, halfway out the door and hung my head in a sigh.
"No Felix." I felt like I was telling a loyal puppy off.
He frowned, "What?"
I turned around, "You're not coming. Not this time."
He took a firm posture, "But-"
I cut him off, "No buts. I'm going alone." I almost hissed back, drawing out every single word.
I saw Aro walked slowly over to me. I expectantly held out my hand and waited as he grabbed it softly. He studied my face for a few seconds and nodded.
"If it's what you want." He sighed.
I nodded, "I'm not coming back without her."
He smiled, "Young love."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head in a half playful manner.
I looked around the room before I left. Mostly, people nodded. I looked at Rosalie who looked almost tearful. She smiled at me. I smiled gently back and headed out the door without another glance back.
I drew my cloak over my shoulders and fastened it at the front.
"It's never been her fault," I said quietly, "Never." Then, I took off.
I ran as fast as I could, never really drawing breath. I ran past the trees, skilfully dodging them. The only faces I had in my mind were Alena, Stefan and Vladimir.
I ran for what seemed like ages, staying in the cover of shadows and trees. It was till snowing so my head felt wet that the snow fell on my hair and melted. I possibly had a garland of snow on my hair and shoulders, but then I grinned as I realized how fast I was going, no, I was practically spotless.
I stopped when I was in the middle of a huge field. It looked like it used to belong to an old farm or settlement perhaps. Whichever it was, it was covered head to toe in snow. It was a white field.
I stopped. There was two ways I could go; it would take me two directions. Seattle or Philadelphia... I turned right, and then left. At a complete loss, I searched in my mind desperately trying to find the tenor of Alena's mind I was so used to. When I didn't find or see anything, I tried to find Stefan or Vladimir's tenor. Nothing... I tried Dan and Ozera next. Nothing...
I let out a loud growl in frustration and unconsciously hugged my cloak closer. Suddenly, I heard lumbering footsteps behind me, they were coming up close. Two of them. From the force being applied to each step, I assume it was Alec and Felix. I turned around, ready to yell as soon as I saw them. But then, searching their tenors, I found they were no where near me. They were still back at the Cullens house with the rest. I frowned and leaned forward a little in anticipation.
Then, out of the forest emerged two figures.
Both Males... One was bulky and possessed curly dark hair. The other was more lean, but still muscled with honey blonde hair.
I smiled in spite of myself. They neared closer until they were about a metre away.
"Jasper. Emmett." I greeted.
I suddenly felt calm. I tried to be annoyed, but 'annoyingly' I couldn't. I sighed as I looked at Jasper who raised his eyebrows.
"What are you doing?" I asked, totally confused. What on earth were the two Cullen brothers here for? To bring me back...? I surveyed them up and down. I was still quite weary of Jasper, his feathery scars arranged in a criss-cross patterned, almost everywhere on his body. I felt a little fear, silently wondering how many vampires he'd killed. Then I looked at Emmett who had a wary but hopeful expression. I raised an eyebrow.
Emmett then let loose a grin, "We're coming with you."
I frowned hastily and thoughtlessly spat back, "No!"
Emmett growled, "Why not? You need the help! If you do find the Romanians, what are you going to do? Just walk in there and tackle an army of Newborns, by yourself?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but then stopped to think. Yes, now that he'd said it out loud, it did sound quite foolish. I sighed. It would be a good idea to have those two by my side. They were probably the most dangerous out of the Cullen family. I looked at the rolls of muscle on Emmett's physique. It reminded me of the power Felix. Then I looked at Jasper, the scars screaming ultimate danger and experience. I remembered what one of the wolves had once said.
'...like a lightening strike – power and speed and death rolled into one...'
I let a smirk escape as I silently thought of a what force the three of us would have. It might not be much against an army, but it certainly was something that required more than a once over.
Potential Threat...
I saw Jasper smile as he felt the anticipation, excitement and determination roll off me.
"Feels like a yes." He almost laughed.
I laughed and nodded in agreement and the two bounded quickly over to me.
"But why?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Jasper and Emmett shared a look that simply that the words 'significant other' written all over it.
"Rose still felt bad for you, so she made me come with you with the exception that we come back as soon as we found her and gather everyone."
I nodded in agreement, it sounded like a good idea.
I looked at Jasper, waiting for his reason, "Alice said that I had to go to keep this thing in check. Oh, and to help." He joked after motioning to Emmett.
I laughed and nodded.
"So where are we going?" Emmett wondered, looking around.
I looked from the two directions I could take.
"Just go with your gut." Jasper tried to help out.
I groaned but concentrated on Alena's tenor, not that I could actually find it. But something was telling me to go to Seattle. I huffed and motioned my head in the direction of Seattle.
"Are you sure?" Jasper asked quizzically.
I nodded, "No, but it's the best I've got."
Emmett grinned, "Sounds good to me."
With that we sped off in that direction, finding the shade and cover of a snow filled forest again, dodging and darting in and out of trees. Jumping over boulders and past small rodents, we ran and ran.
The good thing about being a vampire was the fact that you basically never tired.
However, after a while, we had to stop to feed.
After I devoured some wolves and a mountain lion, with a slight tear in my cloak thanks to the claws, I was satisfied. I watched as Jasper tackled some elk, and then settling for a moose. It was amusing to see Emmett. It seemed luck was blowing his way as he found two aggressive grizzly bears. After we finished those off, we started to run again.
Half an hour after running, I suddenly staggered to a stop. Jasper and Emmett wheeled back to where I was and looked in confused.
"What's wrong?" Emmett asked.
I frowned, and sniffed the air. Then I realised that the annoying throb was coming from my mind. It was a mental throb.
"Something coming..."
"Something? Or someone?" Jasper ventured deeper.
I searched the tenor, inside and out.
"Male, Vampire."
The two brothers immediately tensed up and faced the direction in which I thought he was coming. I hastily followed their pursuit a defensively crouched down, so low my cloak was skimming the floor.
"Get ready boys. He's almost here." I hissed as I felt his tenor coming closer and closer.
Then, suddenly, I was a figure in the distance, a speck in the distance.
"There."
Meanwhile...
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Alena POV
It seemed that maybe Tyson really was going to be a good friend. He stayed with me for the rest of the day, telling me about his human life. However, I was barely listening; the plan was growing too much in my mind. At first, I wondered why Alice hadn't had a vision of why I was here. Ozera's shield shouldn't have been able to shield out a future seer. However, I gave up hope when I heard nothing about my family after a few hours. If Alice had seen where I was, something drastic would have happened by now. What was so bad that shield Alice out?
"Hey Tyson...?" I asked after a moment's silence.
"Yes?" He asked curious. It seemed to be a trait in him that came up often.
I bit my lip as I shifted around in the bed, sitting cross legged over the duvet.
"What are you thinking about?" I sighed.
He smiled softly to himself, "My family, what else?"
I smiled in spite of myself; it seemed that all he thought about was his family. He seemed like a really good guy to me.
"If there was a way to go back to your family, would you?"
He frowned but nodded after a moment, "Oh of course I would. But you know I can't. If I tried to escape, Stefan would send Dan to kill me."
I frowned, "Dan?"
He nodded vigorously, "Oh yes, Dan isn't the little adolescent he looks like. He's absolutely lethal. What's worth is that he's a teleporter. One moment he's there, next moment, bam! He's not. That makes it almost impossible to beat him in a fight."
I nodded, "Right. But what if I told you I had a plan."
He groaned, "Oh, I see this in movies all the time! Someone says they have a plan, then what happens? Everyone ends up dying."
I raised an eyebrow, "And what movie was this?"
He opened his mouth but then closed it, "I don't know."
I grinned, "Exactly. And besides, you're theoretically already dead. So..."
He eyed me sceptically for a second before sighing, "Oh okay, what's the plan."
I clapped my hands and then bounded off the bed.
"Listen, um, you need to find a way to get out of this place. Say I ran out of food, needed new clothes, anything!"
He raised an eyebrow, "And then what? Run away?"
I shook my head, "No. Go, go to Forks. Washington. You have to go there. Look for some vampires called the Cullens. They won't be too hard to find, because so many vampires are there. They have an army, fifty, more or less, to fight against the Romanians. Go and look for Carlisle. Tell them where I am and then help them get here. Once they rescue me, they'll make sure they get you a way to see your family, get back to them."
He waved a hand, "No, that sounds impossible."
My eyes widened, "How?"
He shook his head, "No, it's too much! How can I even be sure that they'll help me get back to my family?"
"They will. They're good people- er, vampires. Carlisle Cullen is the most compassionate vampire in existence. He'll find a way to help."
He sighed and hung his head, "Okay. I'd try anything to get back to my family."
I nodded, "So how are we going to get you out?"
He tilted his head for a moment thinking, "Well, we can't say food, they have loads of that. Um, what about clothes? Rip something or tear something, so I can say that I need to go out and get new ones.
I raised an eyebrow, "And what are we breaking?"
He eyed my outfit and I narrowed my eyes, and clutched at my waist, "Um, you do realised I don't have any other clothes than these right now?"
He nodded but I swore I saw a sly smirk poke through his lips. I rolled my eyes.
"Um, what about my shoes...? I tripped on the floor something and ripped them." I went through the cover story.
He shrugged and asked for me to pass him a shoe. I took one of my flats off and threw it too him in which he neatly caught. He examined the garment for a second before tearing the leather material and peeling back the sole.
"Good enough?"
I nodded, "Good enough for me to complain."
He grinned back.
I got up and took my other shoe off, finding the floor underneath me annoyingly cold. Tyson pulled the metal door opened, a loud grounding noise screeching through the hall.
"Come on." He whispered.
I followed him to an elevator and waited for the elevator to go down until I saw Stefan and Vladimir again. The elevator ride was slow but soon, the door opened and inside was a great, yet slightly abandoned hall. There, in the middle of a hall in two throne-looking chairs. In those chairs sat Stefan and Vladimir looking like they were kings of the world. Perhaps they were once, but not anymore.
Tyson walked out and kneeled in front of them. I followed him slowly but just stood next to him. No way would I ever drop onto my knees.
"Alena, that is no way to treat the future kings of the Vampire world, and then eventually, the whole world."
I shook my head in defiance, "No. You're not the kings, never will be."
I cringed as I heard Stefan snarl loudly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan and Ozera from beside get up from their game of cards and stalk closer with their hands in the form of claws.
Stefan abruptly got up from his chair and stalked over in front of me. He leaned a little closer and sniffed my neck. I thought he was going to bite for a second, but then, he drew back and smacked his lips together.
"Later date," He muttered to himself, "Alena, we are the new kings of the world."
He grinned to himself and clasped his hands together. He turned around and started to walk back to his seat.
"You. Will. Never. Be. A. King." I hissed as threateningly as I could.
Bad decision.
Stefan stopped and turned on his heel. I gulped. He laid threatening eyes on me, red eyes practically spelling out hate. Before my brain processed it, he was in front of me in a flash. He then drew his hand back and slapped me.
I shrieked and fell back on the floor, my hand clutching my face. I took my hand away, there was no blood. But I had a feeling that it would bruise badly.
"Why are you even here?" He snarled.
I looked at Tyson who got up, a disturbed look on his face. He sheepishly shrugged and showed the shoe.
"I came to ask if I would be allowed to get out getting her some new shoes. She worn these ones out and I don't think her human skin is that protective, compared to us I mean."
Vladimir raised an eyebrow, "It seems reasonable but I don't want you to go out on your own."
I raised and eyebrow back at him, "What, then can I do with him?"
Stefan snarled, "Certainly not."
I smirked and I said under my breath, "Didn't think so."
Vladimir eyed be carefully but then turned his attention back on Tyson, "Very well, you may go out, but we'll be sending someone with you."
Tyson's confident looked withered for a split second, but luckily, it went unnoticed and unquestioned.
"Yes, sir."
I smiled to myself.
"You may go now." Stefan said regally as he sat back in his chair.
Tyson looked pointedly at me and I got up and followed him back to the elevator. Once again, I waited for the slow ride up. I got out as soon as the elevator doors opened. Squealing in the air, I randomly jumped out of pure happiness. I could have had a chance! A chance to get out!
Tyson smiled and shook his head, "You remind me of Cassie."
I looked back at him as we walked to my room, "You'll see her soon. I promise."
He nodded, "With your plan, it might be sooner than I expected."
I grinned as he opened the door and I slipped in. He came in and closed the door.
"Since you won't be able to come, any preferences?"
I looked down at my feet, "Hmm, can you get me some socks and some black Converses? You know what they are right?"
He smiled to himself and nodded, "Yes, as-a-matter-of-fact, I do. Cassie is so insistent on having me update everything fashion changes."
I shot him a soft smile, "Cassie sounds wonderful."
He grinned goofily back, "She was, she is, she always will be."
I grinned but that soon faded.
"What about the vampire he's going to send with you?" I asked worriedly.
He shot me a non-worried glance, "I've killed before, when I was turned I mean, I'm better at it than most people think."
My mouth dropped open, "You're going to kill him?"
He sighed, "Sacrifices have to be made, if you want our plan to work out."
I narrowed my eyes, "You have to stop watching movies."
He grinned good-naturedly at me and I laughed, he then stopped smiling with a serious look on his face.
"What?" I asked.
He frowned, "You're always so curious, wanting to know what my thoughts are."
I frowned, "It's called curiosity, not a crime. Anyway, you looked like your thinking, that can't be good. What's on your mind?" I joked.
He smiled and shook his head, "I need you to do one thing for me."
I nodded, "One thing is the least I can do. After all you're doing for me."
He nodded back, "Just, please, don't try to escape. There's no way to get out except for the front door, and there are guards there. So please don't try to escape."
I frowned but nodded reluctantly.
"Oh fine, I feel like I'm being grounded."
I grinned as he threw his head back and laughed. Suddenly, I jumped as a sharp knock was heard on the door.
"Is it him?" I asked.
Tyson nodded and opened the door to reveal a young man, looking about the age of twenty or so stood at the door. Tyson nodded at him.
"I'm Eric." He said, voice shaking a bit, I noticed his hands were shaking too.
Tyson frowned at the man, "How long ago were you turned."
The vampire looked around but then stopped shaking, "Two days ago."
Tyson nodded, "Right."
I breathed in relief, it might have been harder for Tyson to kill a vampire who was turned not-so-recently, but it would be easier to kill a much more recent Newborn. They wouldn't suspect so easily.
I smiled pleasantly and walked with Tyson to the door.
"Good luck." I smiled at him.
Then, I noticed Eric looking at him strangely, almost suspiciously. I bit my tongue.
"Uh... I mean... good luck... in finding the right shoes."
Tyson hide a smirk, "Thank you."
I nodded at him as he walked out the door and it closed shut with a grunt. With a little hope, I tried to push at the door. Nope, it was shut; there was still no way I was getting out.
I sighed and pressed my back against the door.
I grinned to myself and crossed my fingers.
"Good luck Tyson." I whispered into the air.
I looked towards the window.
"Good Luck Demetri, I love you." I wished into the air.
