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"Two. More. Days," I say slowly to myself after I rinse out the mouthwash I had swished around in my mouth for a while now. "Two days until I see my parents." It's about one in the afternoon, and I had just gotten up from bed. I didn't sleep though. Barely. Literally just three hours of sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night because I had a nightmare. And Jonah was awake, of course, because he's nocturnal. He's been trying to sleep like a normal person for the past months, that's why he falls asleep with me at times. But tonight was one of those nights where we just couldn't sleep. Him and me both.
Jonah exits the shower and I immediately cover my eyes. He told me beforehand that I didn't have to, that he doesn't mind. But I'm not going to be tempted to look down there, if you know what I mean. My ears perk up like a cat's when I hear him slipping on his boxers. Then I hear the rustling of his jeans pulling up over his legs and I take my hands away from my eyes.
"You remember what I told you, right?" Jonah asks, messing up his dark locks as he scruffs at his head with his towel. "The plan is: We go in, I give Solomon the rings, he gives you your parents back, you walk out with your parents, and I stay."
I press my lips together and bite my tongue, hesitating to say something. And he can tell that I do. I think he's reading my mind again. God, he's so gorgeous, I think to myself as I look into his bright blue eyes. "You get yourself into so much shit," is the only thing I say.
"You brought this onto yourself."
"Onto us." And I immediately regret the only two words that had escaped my mouth at that moment. "I - - didn't m-"
"Chill. I know what you meant." I know he's right. I brought this onto myself. Onto us. If I had just stayed away from Hotel Transylvania and just been with Dad the whole time, maybe none of this would have happened. Solomon had spies watching me and my family for a while, I knew that much. So I'm guessing they were following Dad while he was hunting for Dracula in the middle of the night when I was asleep. They kidnapped him and that's when I wandered around like a lost puppy trying to search for him. And then I met Jonah. All of this isn't completely my fault. It's my Dad's. If he would have just stayed put before he decided to go looking for Dracula, maybe - - just maybe, none of this would have happened. None. Of. This. Which means I would have never met Jonah. Which means I wouldn't have gone on the adventure of a lifetime. And I wouldn't be falling for the one thing that my parents hate the most. But Jonah isn't like what they have their mind set on. He isn't cruel, or bloodthirsty. He's kind, caring, a perfect gentleman, and a sweet-hearted vampire who just wants to have be like us. Like you. Like me. He wants to be human.
"Two more days," Jonah says, his eyes boring into mine.
"Will that be our goodbye?" I ask, my bottom lip threatening to quiver. "Because if they take you, how will I know you're okay? How will we see each other if you get out of their alive?"
He steps closer, gently grabbing my forearms. "You will know."
"Jonah, that makes no sense. I'm not like you, I can't read minds. How will I know?"
"You just will."
My jaw clenches as I squeeze my body smaller, slipping out of his grip and wrapping my arms around him so tight, I'm sure he can't breathe. My eyes were threatening to let out its tears but I shut my eyes tight, not letting them out. I can't imagine him being tortured. Or killed. Especially that. My arms start shaking, and before I know it, my entire body is shaking. I was about to let my tears out, until I felt Jonah's arms wrap around me and I just let myself sink into him. I can feel the drops of water trickling onto my bare shoulder, the only sort of protection I have is my tank top.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine and all through my body.
"Why? You have nothing to be sorry about."
"About drinking your blood. About almost losing control. About everything."
"Don't be sorry. This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to - - anyone. Who else can live to tell the story about their vampire-hunting parents being captured by vampires and meeting an insanely hot vampire to help? Only me."
"And who would've thought that I would've lived to say that I'm trying to save vampire hunters?"
"See? This world has an ironic sense of humor."
Things grow silent, and for a while, we're just holding each other. I can feel his grip tightening around me, and then he loosens up, grabs my shoulders pulls away, forcing to look at him. "You wanna go somewhere?" His sudden grin startles me a bit, but then I can see he's excited.
"Where?"
"You're gonna love it!"
"If you'd tell me where, I'd be happy to go."
"It's a surprise!"
"Then why bother asking me?"
We change our clothes in record time, and we head out to a car that isn't Everett.
It's the middle of the night, neither one of us is tired. I could feel the tension building up in Jonah, since we have a day left - it's well past midnight here now, so technically it's the next day - until we face Solomon. We're on top of a building that looks like a replica of a tower from the Taj Mahal. But a wider version. Jonah's sitting down, gripping the edge for dear life, and looking off into the distance, thinking.
"You know I can't read your mind, but I really wish I could right now," I said aloud, trying to break the silence.
He fakes a chuckle and tries to make eye contact with me. "Elora . . ."
"Y-yes?"
"On Halloween, when we go to get your parents back . . . I was thinking . . . It would be safer if you stayed out."
"What do you mean, 'stayed out'?"
"I mean, don't come with me. I don't want Solomon or anyone else doing something to you. Because, believe me, I will kill them. So, please, Elora, please don't become involved in this."
"You're not making any sense. Jonah, they're my parents! I can't just leave!"
"How about the things holding your parents hostages? They're not like you! They're like me!"
"I don't care. I'm going to help get my parents back."
"Dammit, Elora! It's like you like getting yourself into trouble! I'm not doing this so you won't help. I'm telling you to not get involved because I care. About you. If those bastards lay a finger on you, I swear on God almighty I'll -" he stops talking, pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. "I'll rip their heads off. You're human, which makes you vulnerable. An easy target for us vampires. Some vampires can't sense you, because my scent is all on you. But others, they can hear your heart beating, so they'll come for you. I don't want you to get hurt. It's bad enough you made me drink your blood, I can't even imagine those . . . those leaches drinking you dry."
I don't know what to say. All I do is sit there and look at him. I get it. I get that he's trying to protect me. But what if Solomon beats him? What if that's the end of it all? I can't just sit there, in a rented car, outside of a building, waiting for my parents to come out and let me know that Jonah's been slaughtered by Solomon. No. I can't deal with that.
"Fine," I said, lying through my teeth. "I'll stay out."
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