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The drive was longer than expected. But I knew Jonah was already inside the run-down warehouse because our rented car was out in front. I paid the cab driver and tiptoed to the front of the warehouse, right beside the left-open-by-just-a-crack door. I wouldn't dare push myself back, because it would make noise. I heard Jonah. And a woman crying in the background. She sounded so familiar.
"Where is she?" a man's voice said.
"She's - - safe," I heard Jonah say. "She's safe." He repeated. But not to the man, who I'm guessing was Solomon. The woman sniffled and said, "Thank you." I recognized the voice. That's Mom! Mom's in there! My body gives itself a slight push, trying to make me run in there. But I know that if I'm spotted, it might just be the end of me.
"Where is she?" Another man asked. It's Dad! "How is she?"
"She's safe in the motel room we've been staying in for the past few days. She's waiting for the both of you," Jonah said.
"The rings," Solomon said with demand. "Give me the rings and they can go."
They? I thought to myself. What about Jonah? "First, let Elora's parents go."
"Oh, my dear boy, you don't trust me?"
"Don't give me that shit! You know good well why I don't trust you anymore!"
Anymore? I think to myself again. When did this happen? "Rings," Solomon said. "Now." He extended his hand, awaiting the magical hunks of gold.
I heard clinking sounds and I dared to peer through the crack. I did. And I saw Jonah tossing the rings to Solomon. I couldn't actually see Solomon because there was a stack of boxes blocking the view. He inspected the rings, eyeing them closely. He nodded and looked at his henchmen behind me, giving them a reassuring nod. "I needed the girl, though," Solomon added.
"Why would you need Elora?" Jonah asked.
"You aren't the only one who ruined my family! You know what she did! You were there! Elora shot my daughter! She killed her! Unless you somehow get her here, you nor her parents will be leaving." I heard something drop to the floor. A cloak, or something.
"What?! NO! You said if we gave you back Calypso's rings you would let them go! I don't care if you keep my captive, just let them go!" Jonah exclaimed. I could see my father caressing my mother, trying to calm her as tears ran down her face. My insides churned and burned, my heart raced and I became infuriated.
"Exactly. We. As in the both of you. As in: Elora has to be here, too."
"You fucking vermin!"
"Like I said before, neither you or her parents are leaving. Now, tell me, was it her choice to stay at the motel?"
"It was my decision. I didn't want her coming here so something like this could happen."
"Ah! That was a smart yet stupid choice for you to make. You should've brought her along to make the party more interesting."
"This isn't a party. It's a trade. You have the rings, now all I need are Elora's parents back. If you don't want me to leave, then I don't have to. It's them that I'm worried about."
I crack a smile at Jonah, and I melt at the sight of him. He looks so - - - so powerful, is the best way I can put it. So official, brave, and as if he could take on an army of vampires. Heck, even werewolves! I could practically see the fumes coming out of his ears from how mad he was. But he kept himself together.
"These humans have no meaning to me. They're merely just . . . walking bags of blood, if you will. A living, walking, breathing supply of what fuels us. Tell me, Jonah, why do you care so much for them?"
"It's not particularly those two, I hardly know them. It's -"
"It's that girl Elora girl isn't it?"
"Humans in general."
Solomon gave a smirk and he waved a hand, sending the henchmen out the warehouse by the backdoor and I ran behind a tower of boxes when Solomon's back was turned. Jonah didn't see me, but my dad did, and I put a finger to my lips, signaling him to shush. Jonah stepped closer, and I could see he was holding a stake. That's when I saw Solomon throwing punches that were so fast, they became dark blurs. I covered my mouth trying not to scream. But at first, Jonah was actually winning. He was going to make it out alive! I leaned over the boxes far enough that I could see what was happening but not far enough so they could see me. To my luck, I accidentally knocked over the pile of boxes.
I felt someone grasping at my hands behind my back and kept them there. I tried to fight the person off, but he was too strong. A vampire. He walked me in the front of the warehouse, with me struggling to break free of his grasp.
"Ah! Look who we have here!" Solomon exclaimed in a cheery voice. "So! She decided to join us!" I could hear my parents gasping and calling out my name in joy, they were so happy to see me. That was my first time looking at Solomon. I mean really looking at him. Taking in his dark-blonde hair, and smoldering gray eyes. He had small wrinkles around his eyes, and his fangs were oddly larger than usual. He was wearing a black button-up shirt and black pants. His hair was slicked back, and he just reeked with ungodliness.
The vampire henchmen made me stop when I was a bit in front of Jonah, then he let me go. "What the hell are you doing here?" Jonah asked. "I told you to stay back!"
"I know! But I - - I panicked! I went to a fortune teller who turned out to be a vampire along with some guy with dreads and -"
"Fortune teller?"
"Enough!" Solomon cried. "For damn's sake! You two can have a conversation about this another time." He grabbed me by my neck, curling his cold, rock-hard fingers around my throat. He pulled me in and dug in my backpack, taking out a stake. It was dipped in holy water, but he only winced a bit when he felt it sizzling into his flesh. He looked me in the eye, his eyes changing color. And I felt myself falling into something. I felt mellow, and everything around me was so quiet. "I want you to take this stake, and I want you to kill Jonah." Before I knew it, I was holding the stake, and I had no control over what I was doing. My body moved itself to face Jonah, and I stood still for a while.
"Jonah!" I exclaimed. "What's he -"
"Kill him!" Solomon cried. I had no control over my body. I came at Jonah, aiming at his heart. Fortunately, he moved. Of course, he moved faster than me. He was only a blur when he moved that quick. I was trying so hard to control myself, to stop from trying to kill him. But nothing worked. I put all my will into trying to take back control of my body. I can't kill Jonah! I screamed in my head. I can't! I . . . I love him!
"You bastard!" Jonah exclaimed, and I could hear my parents screaming. "You brain-washed her!"
"Sure as hell!" Solomon said, followed by a chuckle that burned my insides.
Before I could charge at Jonah again, he tackled Solomon to the ground with inhuman strength and punched him hard on the side of his face. Just then, I felt like I got my body back. It stopped! But I knew it would be a very short, temporary solution. That once Solomon is up, I would be under his spell again. That was it. It was either me or Jonah. Me or Jonah. Me or J-
Before I could think about it any longer, I embedded the stake deep into my stomach. The sudden gush of my blood got the attention of both Jonah and Solomon, and Jonah and my parents screamed, while Solomon's gray eyes turned red. Jonah snapped Solomon's neck, pushed him off and ran towards me.
"Shit," Jonah murmured. "shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT! Why did you do that!?" Just then, I felt two pairs of warm hands on either side of me.
"My baby!" Mom exclaimed.
"Oh, my God. No, no, NO!" Dad cried.
Jonah took out the stake that was in my flesh and I screamed, my blood flowing even more. I felt cold. "You don't think vampire blood will h-help, do you?" I asked Jonah, forcing a crooked smile.
He shook his head. My mother looked at him, just now figuring out he's a vampire. "You're a. . ." she started, but Jonah nodded before she could even finish her sentence. Mom put a hand to her chest and fanned herself with the other, as if she was about to faint. "Well, I'm in shock!"
"Vampire blood won't heal me. I know you can read my mind. Read it," I said to Jonah. "Turn me. I couldn't kill you. So I made a decidion, it was either you or me at the end of that stake. A-and I chose myself." He buried his face in his hands and shook his head.
"I can't. I can't," Jonah said. "You know how I feel about doing this. I don't want to - - to curse you!"
"Please," Mom added. "Please. I don't want to see my baby girl die."
Dad only looked at Mom as if she had three heads. "I . . . well . . . " He got on his knees and kissed my forehead. "No matter what will happen, you will always be my baby girl." His vice cracked and his bottom lip began to quiver. Dad got up and walked to the other side of the warehouse, pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. I heard sobbing noises.
"I don't have a long time until I run out of blood," I add. "Jonah, please!"
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he murmurs.
Jonah's eyes turned red, a beautiful, breath-taking shade of red. It wasn't that wild, untamed, blood-red color. It was something I've never seen before, there's just so much from Jonah that amazes me. I'm wondering if this will all end like this. Jonah scooped me up in his arms, tilting my head to the side. I thought he was going to bite me, just one quick bite to my neck and poof. Done. But, no. Jonah kissed my temple softly, and I felt his hands shaking.
"Just . . . relax," he whispered, shaking violently. "This is gonna hurt a bit." I clutched at his forearm with one hand and grabbed my mother's hand with the other. I gave a pained grunt when I felt his fangs pierce my jugular. I could feel something cold racing up to my brain, and giving me a massive headache. I felt woozy, dizzy, and as if I was going to blackout. I fought the multiple black-outs, trying not to faint. Then, my whole body was in pain. Every inch of my body felt as if I was being put in a freezer. Cold, hard, and I instantly felt my body changing. All I know is that I couldn't fight it anymore, and I blacked out.
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The idea for this chapter was from Sondardo! Once again, thank you so much!