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Jonah had told me to get as much sleep as possible, and at first, I slept for at least ten hours straight, until I heard the continuous sounds of Jonah working in the bathroom. He would come out with something in his hand, leave for an hour or two, and come back. By the time he left the first time, I was up. I had taken a shower and got out, opening up the medicine cabinet to find my moisturizer for my face, and found a syringe of blood. The syringe had a cap on the needle so no one would accidentally drop it and stab it into themselves. I didn't touch it. Just eyed it very closely. It wasn't human blood. I know that much. How do I know that? Simple. Because human blood isn't a dark maroon color. Human blood is a rich, dark-ish red color. But this kind wasn't - - earthly.

I heard the motel room door open quickly and I stepped out of the bathroom with the syringe in my hand. "What's this?" I asked, holding it out.

Jonah eyed the syringe closely, then looked at me. It's something to kill Solomon, I heard in my head. He used his telepathic ability to speak in my mind. I can't say this out loud, because there are vampire hunters everywhere. "Tomorrow night, I'm going to Solomon's lair at 9 a.m. sharp and I'll leave a note on the steering wheel with the map and everything else so they can get to you. When they've gotten here, you're going back home with them and -"

"No," I said quickly. "I'm not ditching."

"We already talked about this."

"I know! I'm pretty aware! I can't fucking leave you there like that!"

"Elora, calm down, honey. Just calm down. Because when I get out of there, I'm going to find you."

My breaths came uneasily, as if there was something in my throat that I couldn't get out. "What if you don't get out?"

"That's what I'm saying. If I don't get out, you should know."

"What do you mean? I should know?"

"You just will. Don't question it, okay? Just, be patient. And, for the sake of your parents, be brave. For them. For me. Don't talk to strangers, because they could be vampires. I'll leave a few stakes in here tomorrow night before I leave. Just in case you need it. Okay?"

I couldn't bring myself to say okay. So, I just nodded. I can't do that. I can't let Jonah go there by himself. Yes, I know the odds of me winning are very, very slim, but I have to try, don't I? Solomon will have no mercy for Jonah. And if anything happens to him, knowing that I could have done something to prevent that from happening. . . I will go insane just by thinking about it. "You're giving me a migraine," I say, lowering my head slightly as I shut my eyes, putting my fingers to my temples. That's when I feel his hands grab the side of my head gently, and then I feel his lips on my forehead, and I don't feel the pre-headache coming on. It vanishes.

"I promise," He whispers. "I will do my best to come back."

I feel like crying. Just imagining him being murdered in the hands of Solomon - who is still a mysterious face to me, given that I've never seen him in person - makes my stomach churn and my blood boil. I'm sure Jonah can feel my heart racing, about to jump out of my chest. "I'll be waiting."

He pulls away, looking me in my eyes. "No matter how long it takes, I will get back to you."

The next day

I can't stay still. Everything's quiet. Until 7 p.m. hits. Kids come out of their houses with all sorts of costumes on. I saw a little girl dress in an angel costume, a boy dressed as Luke Skywalker, and another boy who's dressed like a vampire. I'm not in Jonah's rented car, I'm outside, watching the kids walk by. I have a bowl of candy out for them. It was Jonah's idea. He bought a ton-load of candy and a massive bowl and insisted that I do something to distract myself from what would happen tonight. He said it would go by faster, just sitting at the front of our motel room and handing out kids their candy. Before I knew it, my parents would be here. Or maybe they wouldn't.

"Where is it?" I heard Jonah say from inside the motel room. The door was left open just a crack, but he was close to it, so I heard everything. "Give me the address." My heart started pounding as I slipped out my phone and clicked my notes app. "eight-oh-two Wallace drive. A - what? Mk, a warehouse. I'll be there at 9. How long will it take to get there?" I quickly typed everything down into my phone and waited for him to say something else. "Okay, ten minutes? It's not that far from here, is it?" Jonah cleared his throat and awaited the other person to speak. "Tell Solomon I have the rings and that I'll be there ASAP."

I clicked save on my cell phone and shoved it in my pocket before Jonah could come outside. I pretended to be caught up in giving out candy to the kids, but in reality, I felt like ripping out my hair. Jonah was walking to our rented car and I stopped him by saying, "Where're you going?"

"To Walmart. I'm getting extra food just in case your parents are hungry. What do they like?" he asked.

"They're vegetarian, so just get them anything green and healthy." He cracked a handsome smile at me, a smile that made me want to melt, and slipped into his car, driving away. I hurried inside the motel room and wrote on a piece of paper: Gone to do some window shopping. I will be back soon! ~Elora

I grabbed my backpack, stuffing everything into empty drawers and putting in wooden stakes, bottles of holy water and a ton of money that Jonah had left for me. I took out my phone, called a taxi, and told the driver to take me to the nearest fortune teller. I got off once we've arrived, and I paid him, then practically ran to the door. Someone opened the door before I could knock. And there stood a guy my age, or so he looked. He had golden-brown dreads that scaled halfway down his back, he was wearing a black tank top and white shorts.

"May I help you?" he asked, holding a cup of something hot, and taking sips from it.

"Actually, yes, yes you can."

He introduced me to the fortune teller, her name was Delilah and she was in her mid-fifties. She had her whole fortune-telling room set up with the mystical crystal ball in the center of it all and she was surrounded by odd things like beaded necklaces, puppets, incense burners, lighters, and a hand-full of candles. The lady grabbed my palm and massaged it, feeling the sudden give in my flesh as her thumb trailed my palm.

"I sense great misfortune in your future," she says with a steady, clear voice. Her eyes were closed the entire time. "Ah! Romance, I see! Who's the lucky young man?" She cracks a smile and I can see her ears perk up like a cat's. "You need help?"

I nodded slowly.

"Ah! Mystical creatures, I see! Don't worry, miss . . . what's your name?"

"Elora."

"Don't worry, miss Elora. I know about them."

"What do you mean, them?"

"Oh, don't be silly! You know what I'm talking about!" she lets go of my hand, standing on her tip-toes to stretch herself over the table. "About vampires."

My stomach flipped and my heart almost hit the ground. "Wow, you're really good."

"Thank you! And I hate to say this, but all I can do for you is give you a few holy-water-covered stakes, and that's it! I'm not sure what the solution is to battle a vampire!"

"Shh!" I shush. "I beg of you, please don't tell anyone."

"The only person who ever knows about my readings is me, my dear child. No need to worry!" She holds up a finger, telling me to wait, and hurried to the back room. I've seen too many movies to not figure out what happens next. Something could fall on Delilah, or some mysterious force attacks her. But no, instead, she comes out with necklace. It looks old and used. "This was found to be used by Dracula himself! It was used to protect him when the sun would go up! Lord knows if Dracula is alive or not, but if the legend is true, this should protect you. Vampire or not." The necklace has tied together with old, silver chain and at the end of the chain was a rusty locket. the back of the locket was chipped, revealing black stone. "I see great distress in your future. And you should have something to protect you."

I slowly take the necklace from her, putting it around my neck. "Thank you," I say, as I take out my money to pay her. When I do, I go back upstairs and see the guy with golden-brown dreads. He was blocking my only exit.

"I know who you are," he says. "And that lady downstairs knows, too. We're not stupid. Humans don't have these types of abilities. She already knew you were coming. She warned me ahead of time, so I prepared myself."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, completely confused.

"I'm a vampire. Delilah's a vampire. Your little boyfriend's a vampire. Heck! Even your parents will be vampire eventually!"

"WHAT?"

"It was just a theory. But, hey, I can't let you leave."

"What do you mean? I have to leave! Jonah's getting my parents back and I have to be there when my parents return!"

"Orders are orders. Sorry, sweat pea, I can't let you leave."

"Gah! I'm tired of this shit! I can't have one fucking day without being sidetracked by you people!" I dug into my boot and grabbed a mini stake that was not even a foot long, carved by the one and only Jonah. Dipped in holy water, which was my idea to do. I held it with a firm grip as I let the guy with dreads let it sink in that I had a stake. "Move out of my way!"

"Oooh! Aren't you a feisty one!"

"I've had enough of this!" Anger boiled inside of me and I ran up to him, thinking I was going to get him right in his heart. But he moved so quickly, I couldn't even take it in fast enough before he grabbed the stake from me. He quickly dropped it when he felt the holy water, stinging and sizzling in his palm and on the fingers of his left hand. I retrieved it and pushed him out of my way, running outside. I'd forgotten it was night, so he could come outside if he wanted to. The same cab that I had come out of was still there, parked in the parking lot waiting for me. I practically threw myself in the passenger's seat and woke up the driver.

"QUICK!" I exclaimed. "Take me to eight-oh-two Wallace drive!"

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