Dylan? I kept asking myself the same question, unable to accept the fact that it was actually him standing in front of me. Beneath my feet, the ground suddenly felt soft. Like it was slowly sucking me into a dark hole. My legs were giving out on me and it felt like I was floating, unable to take in the air. Oxygen was not enough. My breaths became heavier, shorter, sharper, as I noticed that look in Dylan's eyes that he always had when he felt sorry. He would rise his eyebrows slightly and make those dark puppy eyes of his pop. But at this point, I felt faint. Darkness was starting to creep from the edges of my sight, and my heart was doing an unusual rhythm. Duh-duhn, duh-duhn... A few fast thumps against my chest, and then nothing for a few seconds. And then the same process all over again.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I was no longer blinking. "Amelia," His voice was whisper-soft as he put his hands on the metal bars of the cell, but I took a step backwards. I supported myself with the wall behind and turned around, putting my hand on my chest to calm my heart. And that's when I heard Dimitri. Dimitri, I forgot about him. I felt his arm caressing the downside of my back as his breaths were fasting up from my reaction. It's been only a few minutes since we're here, yet I felt my feelings and emotions unmercifully flooding me.

"Amelia," I heard my name again, but this time it was Dimitri. I turned slightly, seeing him close to me, his expression worried as I realized he was holding me. His right hand on my back, while the other one was supporting me by holding my arm. I didn't even notice that I was holding him too. My head was starting to feel dizzy, the world started spinning slightly, and I knew it was time to calm myself. I was trying to think of something good, my 'happy place', but I didn't have that. My family. I no longer had that either.

I see Dimitri saying something, but I couldn't hear him. The pressure in my head was causing my ears to ring. The thoughts were freely accelerating in my head. I wanted them to slow so I can breathe again, but they won't. My breaths came in gasps and I felt like I would black out. My heart was hammering inside my chest like it belonged to a rabbit running for it's skin. I looked at Dimitri again, noticing him mouthing out my name over and over again, but I couldn't hear. Sounds that were near felt far away, like I'm no longer in my body. I was paralyzed, no longer feeling. Only the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

The room started spinning and I felt like I was going to squat on the floor, but Dimitri was holding me tight enough to keep me on my feet. He started walking and I noticed I managed to make a few steps along with him, but the narrow cement passageways were starting to get smaller and smaller. I felt so sick in my stomach. He's... Dylan, werewolf, lies... Breathe, pain... Blackness, darkness... Breathe. My thoughts seemed to jump from one another. All my fears were tumbling out unchecked by my brain. I was in some kind of a mental free-fall. The room started melting away and I was suddenly in no control of my mind or body. I must... I must talk to him... I must talk to... Dylan... Darkness.

~

"Amelia," I heard my name being called out as I felt heavy pressure on my head. I frowned, trying my hardest to open my eyes, but my eyelids were heavy and were closing on their own. I managed to blink a few times, finally able to see a little brightness, but my sight was blurry. I tried moving my hand, I tried rubbing my head to ease the pain, but I couldn't lift it from the pillow. Wait, why was I lying down? I saw a blurred version of someone next to me, and my name being called out over and over again. A familiar voice. Dimitri.

My vision was getting back to normal as I saw him kneeling next to the bed. I frowned in confusion, still unable to remember how I got here. But I had to get up. That was the only thing spinning in my head. I tensed my muscles, trying to lift my body from the silken sheets, but it felt like there was an invisible force pulling me back down. Holding my body chained on the bed. I groaned, putting my hand on my head as I felt my blood pumping in my ears. I could practically hear my heartbeat.

"What happened?" I managed to mouth out, and suddenly noticed that Dimitri's hand was holding mine. Just like that, my mind was starting to cool off, my cheeks no longer felt hot and my sight was back.

Dimitri was kneeling next to the bed, so I could see his face without having to look up, which was a relief. I heard him sigh. "You had a panic attack." There was frustration in his voice, but he seemed to be breathing it out trough a few gasps. He looked scared.

My heart suddenly thumped a few fast beats as the memories were slowly traveling back. Dylan. But it all felt like a dream. A bad dream. He can't be a werewolf. And I was still in denial. I had the feeling that the thoughts started rushing back to me again, but before I could start panicking again, or whatever I was doing earlier, I felt unable to. Like my mind was set on a mute mode. Like I didn't even have the strength to. I was only aware of Dimitri. I put my hands on both my sides and put all my pressure on them, trying to jerk myself up, but I noticed Dimitri helping me out.

I felt like someone stabbed my head a few times. And not metaphorically. It was actual physical pain. Like the thoughts, memories, were hurting me. But there was something near me, some invisible aura that was giving me the strength, courage to breathe again. And when I felt Dimitri's hand on mine, as he sat on the bed next to me, I released a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second. He was the one that was calming me down. Like a cure. "I'm sorry," I finally spoke when I opened my eyes, but my head still felt heavy as I leaned it on the headboard behind.

"Amelia," He said in a gentle whisper voice, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it slowly. Then again and again. My palm and my wrist. His eyes were closed and when they opened, I could see emotions. Lots of emotions that somehow, I couldn't recognize. "Baby, you scared me," He sighed and his hand moved on my cheek, caressing it lightly. I closed my eyes under his touch. This was the first time someone was actually concerned about me. Even back home, my father always used to say, She's fine. You're a big girl, Amelia. Keep yourself together. Don't show emotions.

But I was far far away from that right now. I didn't know if Dimitri was even aware of how much his words meant to me. How much they warmed my heart. And at this point, I didn't have the strength to hesitate about my feelings. To think if he really meant it or not. I just... believed him. "Are you okay? You need anything?" I squeezed his hand and shook my head, assuring him that I didn't. Gosh, I couldn't believe it. How was it possible for him to be so caring, so sweet? Humans are not like that. My own family isn't like that.

"I'm fine." My voice came out week, like a little girl's voice. It was raspy and I heard the tiredness in it.

"What happened down there?" He asked carefully as he put a stand of my hair behind my ear.

I looked around, seeing a glass of water on the side, but before I could even reach for it, Dimitri handed it to me. My mouth felt like a dry desert and I felt the strong need for liquids. I drank the water in seconds, and put the glass on the side. I was ready to talk to him. I promised myself that I wouldn't keep secrets from him. My identity was already relieved and what I had with Dylan was nothing compared to that.

It took me an hour to explain everything to Dimitri. He listened to me carefully, but trough the whole time, I didn't recognize a single emotion in his eyes. He was hard to read. He clenched his sharp jaw while he listened to me saying that I once loved Dylan. I wasn't exactly sure if I did, but I knew how much it hurt when he hurt me. Which wasn't long time ago. A week has passed and being here with Dimitri, felt like it was years ago. Maybe I didn't love him after all.

However, Dimitri didn't seem to like the idea of that. I didn't know where I was exactly standing with him, what we were, were we dating or not, but he seemed to act and show that he cared. The steamy make out session that we had earlier was telling me that I was more to him than a slave, maybe more than a friend, but that's how far I was able to go. The rest seemed like a blur to me, cause Dimitri was unpredictable.

By the time I was done, he let go of my hand, running it trough his hair as his eyes were escaping mine constantly. I bit my lip, bringing my hands on my lap and watching his reactions intently. "So he wasn't here to hurt you? He was here to save you." He said quietly, talking to himself. The 'save' part was pretty mockingly. Almost angrily. He rested his elbows on his knees while his hands were clapped together and leaned on his bottom lip as he was thinking intently.

"Dimitri," I whispered, finally moving from my spot and closer to him. I put away the sheets slightly, making space to get closer to him. I rubbed his shoulder slowly, but he didn't look at me. Was he mad? Did he even had a reason to be mad?

"Would you have left?" He suddenly turned to me, and his question caught me off guard. "If he didn't get caught and if he got the chance to get you out of here, would you have left?" He made himself more clear this time, but I honestly didn't have an answer. I was asking myself the same question.

I looked down, moving my hands away from him. "I-," I cut myself, biting my lips. Could I leave? Could I put all these things I felt for Dimitri on the side, throw them away, and leave? "I don't know," I said slowly, gulping as I shyly looked up at him. He was staring at me quietly, but when he heard me say that, it's like his glance slowly melted away. It's like I disappointed him in some sort of way. But I didn't even know myself what I felt.

All my life, I was taught to kill Vampires. It was a family moral. I was taught to be emotionless, mentally, and physically. Painless. Fearless. I was none of that. And I couldn't deny the fact that I did feel something for Dimitri, even though it wasn't familiar. I never got the chance to fall in love in my life. I thought I loved my boyfriend Marko before I got kidnapped for the first time. He was my first everything. Then I thought I loved Dylan. But neither of them made me feel even close to how Dimitri was making me feel. Neither of them managed to give me those exciting tingles in my stomach just by one look. My heart wasn't beating the way it was beating for Dimitri, so did I love him?

~

Last night was sleepless. Dimitri didn't really had anything to say to me related to that subject after I told him I didn't know. And of course, even though he tried acting like it was okay, I knew it wasn't. His hand wasn't wrapped tightly around me, and he seemed like at some point he didn't even care. He fell asleep. And I on the other hand was wide awake all night, watching him breathe in and out. There was a moment where I wanted to wake him up and tell him that I was wrong earlier. That I did know. That I wouldn't leave him even if I had the chance to. But I was scared that it might be a lie. That I might lie to him and myself.

I walked down the hallway, wondering what to do next. I had barely did anything today, since my schedule was practically blank. I ate, but there was this lump in my throat that seemed to get in the way. Dimitri was all I could think of, but Dylan was wandering around in my mind too. I needed answers. Answers that only he could give. Besides, I never got the chance to give him mouthful for what he did.

Of course I forgot about that before I saw him, cause Dimitri seemed to take me high in the clouds with just one touch. And there, my mind wasn't functioning. Just feelings. Lots of feelings that I couldn't even understand myself. I was trying and trying to think more of what love is. If I loved Dimitri or not. But whenever I thought about it, unconsciously, a thought popped in my head. I love him. And I smiled. But then reality hit me, and the usual thing came to my mind. But he doesn't love you. Does he?

I shook my head mentally, clearing it. It really wasn't fair how he would give me all these mixed feelings and emotions, and then leave and mind his own job, yet leaving me without any distraction. I had nothing to clean and I was going insane thinking about the same stuff over and over again. But I didn't even realize where I was going, where my legs were taking me until I saw the large wooden door at the end of the graceful hallway that was leading at only one place. To only once person. Dylan.

Without even stopping, without even thinking, I kept walking forward and felt myself putting my hand on the metal door knob of the door and slightly pushing. It's like I wasn't completely myself. At some point, I knew what I was looking for. Answers. But I didn't even think if a guard would see me. I glanced behind, noticing that the guard that was monitoring this hallway was gone, so I continued. I continued down the steam cement stairs, listening to the silence. It was never silent here, but now... It was peaceful. I put my hand on the wall, peeking to see if there were any guards looking over Dylan's cell, but luckily, there weren't.

Tap, tap, tap... I could head my own steps, as I walked forwards. But this time, I didn't feel scared. I didn't feel unstable. I felt like I had to know. I was finally in front of his cell, as I peeked inside, and there was like a sudden warmth running trough my whole body when I saw him sitting on the only thing in his cell. The bed. He had his back leaned on the dirty wall behind, his knees supporting his elbows as his head was buried in his arms. I cleared my throat slightly, knowing that he would hear me. And he did.

Looking up, I was met with those dark mysterious eyes, that always seemed like they were holding some kind of a secret. Darkness. "Amelia," He whispered and I could see the surprised look on his face. In just a few seconds he was sitting up, but as he took a few steps towards me, I put my hand up in defense and moved a few steps backwards. When he noticed that, he stopped, in the middle of his cell. "How did you get down here? They can see you." He said concerned, but all I could think about was... fake. He was faking everything that whole time we were together, so why believe him now.

"I just need to talk to you Dylan. I need answers." I said coldly, and surprised myself how fast I replayed. Last time I was here, I had a panic attack, but I was a person that could easily accustom on the new situation. I've had worse.

"I have questions too." He replayed and I could assume what this was about. He knew something. He knew something, but just a tiny bit. He could only assume.

I sighed and looked on the side. Anger was slowly feeling my veins. I blinked a few times as I looked back at him. "Listen, Dylan. I don't have much time. I need to know why you came here." I said clearly, as I glanced on the side, feeling paranoid that someone might see us.

Dylan noticed that and sighed. "The guards are only here to 'feed' me at night. Sometimes they miss that too, so you have nothing to worry about." He said like he just discovered America. I've been in worse than him. I knew how it worked, but the real thing I was scared of was Dimitri. I didn't want him to see me here.

"Answer the question Dylan." I said and I could hear the weakness in my voice, and the same weakness in his eyes. Even though he did what he did, he lied to me, cheated, I still felt... I felt something for him that I couldn't describe. I felt that I cared. I cared for him way to much to say that I didn't. I couldn't deny it. He was my friend before we started dating and helped me a trough a lot, even though he didn't know my real life back then, so I felt bonded with him in some kind of way.

He clenched his jaw and fists, and looked down. The wounds and bruises that I assume were supposed to be caused by the unmerciful torture that the guards put him trough the other day, were gone. He healed and I knew that was one of the benefits of being supernatural. "Don't you get it, Amelia." He started of angrily, walking closer and putting his hands on the bars. "I'm here for you." His eyes suddenly soften as well as his voice. "Only for you." He repeated, sounding desperate.

I felt tears filling my eyes, but I fought against them with all my strength. I opened my mouth to say something, but my thoughts instantly erased as I heard footsteps from the other direction. A guard. We both looked that way, but before anyone could show up, I glanced at Dylan one last time, before pushing myself to run forwards and get out of here as soon as possible. My legs were still to small for the steam stairs so I rushed up as fast as I could, pushing the doors open with all my strength.

The light suddenly hit me, but I continued down the hall, wiping away a small tear that escaped me. Suddenly, I almost bumped into someone, but I stopped at the right moment. Looking up, I almost rolled my eyes when I saw who was standing in front of me. Jenna. But she seemed different. Usually, whenever she was me, where ever she saw me, she looked at me with disgust, hate, and no one else could pull that off better than her. Now... She was smiling at me. But every smile that lit up her features was the wrong sort. It's like she ran on cold malice instead of any form of genuine affection. And I knew it was all fake.

I've gotten used to seeing everyone's faults and flaws, it's almost laughable. I've been trough so much that I clearly knew what was a real smile and what was a fake one "Hello, Amelia. You seem in a hurry." That arrogance voice echoed trough the hall as a grin was formed on her lips. Suddenly, I remembered. I've had so much to think about lately that I didn't get the chance to think trough what I saw. Christian and Jenna. They were up to something, I knew it. But this weird character that Jenna was pulling off right now, just made me think about it more.

She stood in front of me, almost like she was waiting for me to answer her, but I took my time to study her carefully. Something sparkled from her neck, making me look at it. I slightly frowned at the glorious stone that sparkled at the sunlight. A necklace. Way to familiar. She noticed me starring, but her grin just grew bigger. Memories started flashing trough my head, as the thoughts were slowly coming back to me.

I put up my hair as his hands traveled around my neck and gently placed the necklace on it. I watched him grin in the mirror from behind my back and then kissed my neck slowly. My muscles tensed as I was unable to concentrate on the beautiful jewelry Master Adam just put on me. Why did he give me this? I ran my fingers down the unique stone that looked like angel wings. Turning around, I faced him. He did nothing my punish me for the past week, and suddenly, he was acting strange.

"Why are you giving me this?" Hate was noticeable in my voice, but I still kept quiet. I thought of what he taught me the time I was here. 'You only speak if you're spoken to.' His words echoed in my head.

"You don't like it?" The grin never left his face, even though his voice was always cold and serious. There was something about this necklace. I didn't trust Master Adam. Not even with a gift. "It's a gift, Amelia. Never take it off." The way he said my name sent cold shivers down my spine. His thick British accent and his monotone voice was making everything sound like a threat. "Don't say I never did anything good for you." And with that, he turned around and left the room, leaving me paralyzed on my spot.

"Where did you get that?" I reached my hand for it, but she took a step backwards. After Adam gave me that necklace, for some reason I listened to him. I wore it for the next year. The year I was serving the rest of my Masters, and even though he wasn't there, I always felt like he was watching me. But the night when I ran away. The night when I managed to run as far away as I could from that hell, I ripped the necklace from my neck and threw it in the woods. And after that, I never saw it. Until now.

"It was a gift." She smiled at me, but I could see what she meant. For some reason, all my atoms started moving. My blood started boiling in my veins and my hands went cold. It's like she knew something. Fear washed over me at the thought of Adam. But the chances that it might be a coincidence were still pretty big. Jenna tossed her golden blonde hair, exposing the side of the necklace. And that was the moment when I knew. I knew it wasn't a coincidence. The necklace was ripped and put back together.

I felt my knees weak for a second as my heart skipped a few beats. But I couldn't even manage to get scared. My thoughts were so mixed that I couldn't stop and connect to just one. Jenna moved forwards, trying to pass by me, but I instinctively grabbed her elbow. I was maybe confused, but I was perfectly aware of the necklace and of the fact that I saw her 'chatting' with Christian the other day.

She turned at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder, but she didn't look confused when I stopped her. Like she was expecting my reaction in some sort of way. However, I didn't let go of her arm, kept her in place. "What are you up to, Jenna?" I asked quietly, but surprised myself at the confidence and anger in my voice.

She smiled, before harshly pulled her arm away from me. "And soon you'll know." She said with the high pitched voice of hers and turned around, getting lost behind the curvature of the hall. I would usually get stressed out, confused, scared, but this time, all I could feel was anger. My temper raised while I watched her stump away. I've had enough of her mixing everything up. Doing every damn thing her own damn way. Why the hell couldn't she just mind her own business? She was mixing her toxic fingers in other people's business. My damn business. If I didn't know Jenna the way I did, I would say that maybe this wasn't about me, but I was perfectly aware that she was planning something against me. It was just payback for Dimitri's choice. For what him and I had.

But right now, I knew that there was nothing I could do. I didn't have the intention to follow her around and listen to her threats, watch her arrogance grins or let her humiliate my pride. I took in a few deep breaths and turned around, leaving upstairs, in Dimitri's room. The sun was going down and I was exactly on time. But he wasn't there. I sat on the bed, thinking about the necklace over and over again. How could she have it? I threw it in the middle of the woods. Not even a falcon could find it there.

I noticed that the room got colder and glancing outside the window, the sun was already down and darkness was once again dominating the endless space. Not a single star on the sky. I sighed, realizing that Dimitri was late over half an hour. He was never late. He did his work on time and was never held to stay more than he was supposed to. I sighed, but before I could get lost in my thoughts again, the door flew open. I felt a slight relief when I saw Dimitri, but I knew that I had to talk to him. I still haven't told him why I acted weird at that meeting the other day, so he was deserving an answer.

But something seemed wrong. He stumped in, closing the door behind him hardly, that it almost banged. I frowned, standing up and watching his eyes shift to mine. There was some unfamiliar emotion in them. Anger. I've seen Dimitri angry a few times, but this was different. My stomach made an unpleasant turn. The thoughts from before were still wandering in my mind, so all my senses were telling me that it had something to do with that.

I watched him walk deeper in the room slowly, putting his hands on his hips and escaping eye contact with me. He ran his hand trough his hair, now looking like he ran out of space to walk around so he was just tapping in place. "What's wrong?" I asked, unable to understand his weird behavior.

I could see his jaw still, clenched and the frustration that could not be hidden in his eyes. "You went to see him?" He almost roared, but I wasn't sure if it was exactly a question. I knew I should've talked to him first, but the need for answers was stronger than me. Surprise and shock caught in my throat as I couldn't understand how he knew.

I wasn't going to lie, but my breaths were still fastening up. I was aware of how upset he was last night when I told him about Dylan. "I had to talk to him, Dimitri." I said, directly flying to the point, without denying it.

"Oh, well did you have a nice talk?" He said with a voice full of irony. "I thought I told you not to visit him." The angry Dimitri that I once met was slowly coming back as he walked closer to me. I wasn't scared, but I was surprised why he was making such a big deal out of it.

"I needed answers."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you get answers?!" He raised his voice, but I only took a step towards him. "I told you Amelia, he's dangerous! His whole pack is dangerous." I felt tears threatening, realizing who we were talking about here. Dylan. I knew that at some point Dimitri had the right to think that, but Dylan wasn't like that.

"Is this really about Dylan?" I unconsciously raised my voice, knowing that Dimitri wouldn't react like this if it was just about Dylan. There was more to this. When he didn't say anything to my question and just ran his hand trough his hair, I knew that he was just being paranoid that I would ran off with Dylan. And it was all my fault. I said I didn't know last night and now this happened. Was Dimitri really jealous of what I had with Dylan or was he just scared of losing me?

"What if it is because of Dylan? You know everything that happened is because of him, right?" I frowned at his statement, surprised by what I was hearing with my own ears. Was he serious?

"Oh, well you got back at him good, didn't you? Your guards almost killed him Dimitri." I said with a shaky voice, realizing that it was Dylan that was being tortured. And I didn't know that back then.

"They should have!" He yelled making me take a step backwards. I frowned slightly, letting a few tears roll down my cheeks. What was the matter with him?! How could he say that?

I stayed quiet for a minute, watching his moves as he looked even more frustrated now. "Why are we even doing this? Why are we trying to make something work, that obviously isn't?"

His eyes met mine instantly. "What do you mean?" He asked quietly but clearly. He tried hiding the shock from his voice, but failed.

"Us, whatever we are. We're pretending that nothing's going on in front of others, but it's actually us who don't know what we're doing. What are we Dimitri?" I said, almost surprised from my voice. I haven't heard my real voice in so long. It was usually insecure, quiet and raspy. Now, it was the real me. It was always there when I demanded something.

"What the hell does this have to do with anything?" He asked clearly surprised and shocked from my question.

I put my hair back with both my hands, and looked down seeing a tear fall from my eyelash on the floor. "It's not working, Dimitri. We're wasting our time thinking that it might work. But it isn't. It's not working..." I repeated as my shaky and quiet voice was back. I didn't want to admit it but it was true. When he said that about Dylan, that he should've been killed by now, I realized how really different we were. I was raised in a Hunter family, while he was a royal Prince. Their morals were to kill, ours were to protect.

"What are you saying?" He said talking a step towards me as we were now only a feet away from each other. His eyes finally soften and the anger was gone, but something else was still dominating over him.

"I want to be your slave, and only that."

***

Okay, so some things changed, didn't they? What do you guys think, will Dimitri accept this? Or was Amelia nothing but a slave to him all this time? How did Dimitri know about her visit down at the cells?
Leave a comment with your thoughts guys <3
Kisses, :*