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My brain had shut down. I was clammy and there was the glisten of cold sweat. My eyes were as wide as if someone was coming to deliver the fatal blow. I was unable to think straight, trapped in my own psychosis, a living nightmare, tailor made by my own brain to play on my deepest fears. Fear of losing what I had. All, because of me.

As I watched my father's back turned on me walking away deeper into the darkness of the thick woods, I felt a quick tear escape me. Why? That was the thought I could no longer figure out. Why was this happening?

I was scared. Because I didn't know what to do. How to react against 10 men, ordered to kill us. My eyes shifted to Jack, his figure stable and arrogant as always. "You heard the Soldier. Kill them." My eyes widen at his words. But it was no surprise. If my own father didn't believe it was me, no one else would. Especially Jack, his puppy, following his every single move, every single command.

But the problem was, I always overthought every single damn thing. That's why I was scared. That's why I always seemed to let the fear stick its claws through my skin, holding me paralyzed and terrified. However, something inside me felt different. It might have been the sudden anger that boiled up inside me. All the memories and thoughts about my father, causing me to rise up from my knees and stand still.

Jack and my father were already lost in the thick darkness the summer night seemed to hold over the woods. But like a switch turned, the fear seemed to disappear, and anger took over my bones. The adrenaline boiled up in my veins, and I wiped the last tear that escaped.

But being brave meant being afraid, or at least it did for me. At least in that moment. The two seemed to go hand in hand. First is the fear, then the determination not to be ruled by it. And I chose to face fear, to conquer it, for how else was I to make progress in the situation? The shock faded, and I looked directly into their eyes. The eyes of the enemy. And for the first time, I did it. I managed to leave the fear behind me and stand up for myself. For everyone that was hurt around me.

One of them, one of my father's minions, seemed to be very loyal, as he was the first one to try and get it over with. But losing someone was not what I was planning that night. And a bunch of idiots following my father's pathetic orders were not going to change that.

And conquering the fear was not my conscious choice. The moment I felt the a tidal wave of fear, my feet wanted to run away. Yet instead I chose to ride the wave and see where it would take me. I was not a fearless person by nature, quite the opposite, but I did not plan being mastered by such a basic emotion, a primal urge, again. Not again.

My developed brain at that point was the part to lead me, making me listen to my instincts and somehow forcing me to make the right choice. So I did. And the best part was, I felt nothing while doing it. No emotion. Just instincts. The irony was, my father was the one that always taught me to be fearless and emotionless. And there I was. Using that against him.

I noticed how a few of them took a few steps towards me and Dimitri, but the thing was, they were already too close to Christian and the other. And I had no other choice but to act instinctively. To follow those current emotions. And there was a lot more than just hate, but I managed to mask it, at least temporarily, and follow the numb side of my heart.

"Sanguinem," The word tumbled out, my hand rising as the force was being released. I didn't know why I said it. How I knew what to say. But unconsciously, lead from the main thought - to save the ones I cared about, I managed to dig out something hidden deep in my mind. And the worst part was, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know why I even said it.

But what I did know was what it meant. It meant that I was not there to lose. I was there to show who the true leader was. And their soldier was nothing compared to that.

The force took over, letting the energy flow back along with the cold wind. And they stopped. Their eyes fixed on me as they stood motionless. Almost like I tied them with a rope and held them under my control. I loved it. But it was not enough. Not enough to hold them still. The weapons they held in their hands, they still represented the largest danger. Something that not even I was able to conquer.

So I did what I knew. What I had to. Continued. "Hostium," And all I could do was wait. Because I didn't know what would happen next. I was only following the force, the voices and the instincts inside me. They were the ones controlling me that night, and my self-conscious was the master over me. Calliope had thought me the main ways to control my powers, but never has she thought me how to use them.

Then again, she was only a witch, clueless with the powers of a cliona. So was I. But not even in my wildest dreams I thought I would know what to do. How to defeat the enemy without even thinking. It might have been the strength I felt, the confidence, and the fact that I finally crushed that last piece of fear inside me. But I did it. I stopped them.

As the word escaped my lips, I felt electricity down my fingertips, my hair flying upwards from the wind, and the burning tremors fighting their way down my skin. Like my whole body was simply on fire, and someone else was controlling it. And I knew that whatever I did, worked. One by one I watched how they fell on the ground, unconscious, dropping the weapons from their hands. The wind faded the second the last one fell on the ground. And my mind was free again.

I deep breath escaped my lips, and the first thing I did was look towards Dimitri. He was on his feet, standing beside me, somehow scanning the field around with those intense eyes of his. I saw Christian, Luke and Charles finding their way back on their feet, and my chest somehow felt relieved. Like a stone was lifted, I watched them stand up.

But what I didn't notice in that moment was what I managed to cause. What I did around me, and not even cared. Ten people lied on the ground, motionless, possibly dead, and I didn't even flinch. Maybe that was the real fear I was supposed to feel. But at that point, all it mattered was my friends. The ones that were there for me when no one else was. Not my father, nor Jack, or whoever trained me while I was a helpless kid.

I watched how Christian starred around, having a confused expression on his face, scanning the people around. And suddenly, I felt my body go cold. It felt like from a burning skin, I was suddenly freezing. I felt myself exhaling a shaky sigh, as I felt a hand on my lower back, pulling me closer. Dimitri.

"Let's go," He mumbled, and within seconds, I felt his grip around me tighten, and the rest was a blur. Like I wind, in less than a second, we found ourselves in front of the house. And that's when I realized the temperature on my body was going back to normal.

My mind seemed confused, and I couldn't form a normal thought. "Wha- wait, what about the others?" I mumbled turning around, but to my surprise, they were all there. The supernatural powers, the speed and strength were always amusing to me. And of course, confusing. But right in that moment, I was only glad they were alright.

"Are you okay?" Calliope mumbled, Sara and Jenna walking out of the house.

I looked on my side, somehow as an instinct to check if Dimitri was there. If he was alright. But the basil seemed to be out of his system. At least faded. And even though I knew it only had short-term effect, it still scared the crap out of me to see them, especially Dimitri, weak and unconscious.

But surprisingly, his eyes locked with mine, and held nothing but surprise. Unreadable as before, he looked away. Almost like he didn't even care anymore. "We're fine." Was all he said before turning around, and making his way inside.

Within those few seconds, I found myself landing my eyes on Jenna. Maybe it was because she was the first one to stare coldly towards me, without even blinking. The girl hated me. I knew that well enough. Though I didn't understand why she wanted to have what was mine. She wanted me to let go, and just stay quiet till she took every single piece of happiness left in my life. I wasn't going to let her.

Without saying a word, she turned around and walked inside, following Dimitri. And that's when I realized that Dimitri didn't say a word to me after the fight. Only yelled at me several times to obey him and stay hidden. And I started questioning if he still even cared. Not about my safety, but about what we had. If he was still the same Dimitri I knew. Because I was certain in what I wanted. Him. But Jenna, of course, was in the way. And he was blinded by that.

My thoughts slightly cleared as I saw Christian walking towards me. "Hey you," He tried saying playfully, but I could hear he was still weak. "How are you feeling?" At that point my heart felt empty. Maybe it was simply the loneliness I felt, the sudden surprise from Dimitri's move, but what I simply felt emptiness. And it was pressing down on me like a pillow over my mouth, making it hard for me to breathe.

But I just smiled. "I'm fine,"

He nodded his head slightly. "I'm scared from your answer, but I have to ask... What did you do out there?" His words made me question myself even more, because no, not even I knew what happened.

I bit my lips slightly. "I don't know." There was a slight pause between my words, almost like I was rethinking it. Like I was trying to find the answer myself, but there was no point, because there was no such answer to all my questions. "I honestly know nothing right now."

He smiled. "That's because you're tired." He put a small stand of my hair behind my ear, brushing my cheek with the back of his finger afterwards. "Go rest. I'll answer their questions for you." Christian winked before tapping my shoulder to go on. Maybe he was right, maybe I was overthinking again. What I needed was rest, and with Dimitri constantly messing with my head, I wasn't going to get that.

So instead of being stubborn, I simply smiled and obeyed, walking inside the house and releasing a deep breath. If he could only knew how much of a torture it was to have him angry with me. To have him rather talk to Jenna than with me. And the worst part was, I didn't know the reason why he suddenly turned so cold. That's why I couldn't even make it right. I simply didn't know.

Dimitri's POV

Even though I was alone in my room, there was still a part of me missing. And that part was Amelia. So the first thing I did was put away the curtains and look outside the window. I wanted to see her, maybe get back there and apologize. And I wanted her close... But instead she was close with someone else. My brother.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I watched him walking closer to her, and with just a small pressure, I could hear the two of them talk. And I hated it. I hated everything about the fact that she was close with him. He was older than me, but I knew him. I knew him well. He had no good intentions. He wanted Amelia since the very beginning and I knew that he would do anything to get his revenge on me. To have what I did. To take that happiness away from me. And in this case, it was Amelia.

There were no possible ways that he could feel something for her. I knew it was a thing between him and I. And instead of dealing with me, he decided to ruin what I had with her. But there was something more into that. Something I didn't recognize in my brother, and I hated when I couldn't read him. Because then he was unpredictable. And I didn't know what to expect.

His hand moved towards her face, his voice soft and filled with emotions that only I knew were fake. He couldn't possibly care for someone. That was Christian. Besides, I wanted his filthy hands away from her. My jaw clenched as he touched her face, and in that moment I wanted to kill him. Every single move that was directed towards Amelia, was simply my weakness. The truth was, I didn't want anyone to touch what's mine.

I exhaled a deep breath, listening to their conversation. There was honestly nothing triggering in what they were talking about, but the simple action was bothering me. Most unbearably. I let go of the curtain, running a hand through my hair. God, how I was mad at her. How could she be so naive? She thought that just because it was her father, he would spare her life. But I had been dealing with hunters my whole life. Centuries. I knew their intentions. Their morals. Rules and traditions.

I could only imagine what she felt in that moment. That ruthless monster ordering to kill his own daughter. Was the murder of the girl that was killed so convincing that he couldn't believe his own eyes? Or was it the fact that she was with me that he couldn't believe? I felt chills going down my spine at the simple thought of her. It reminded me of everything I had with her, just this morning, and now it was somehow ruined. And I wanted it fixed.

But my stubborn part won. And when it did, it was ruining me. I was ruining myself. Because I knew what meant having her. I knew how it felt having her in my arms. And I was addicted to that feeling. She was my healthy drug, and just like every addict, I needed her.

Maybe it was an obsession, maybe it was the feelings that her simple touch sent, but I needed her. Whenever she was away, I had the need to look for her, and get her close to me. Otherwise, this happened. Crises. Going mad without her.And just the fact that she was mad at me was an extra.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, causing me to ran a hand down my face, before I answered. As the door opened slowly, I felt a small turn in my stomach. Hope. Hope that it was maybe her. Amelia. But instead of her, walked in Jenna, causing some kind of a hardness to form in my chest. A rock. She was the reason why all of this happened. The reason why we fought the last time.

"What do you want Jenna?" I almost growled, seeing her stop in the middle of the room.

"I thought that you might need this. You went through a lot tonight." I furrowed my eyebrows at her words, fixing my eyes on a glass filled with blood she was holding. Well isn't this a deja vu...

"I didn't ask for that." I mumbled, turning around slightly. I got why some men loved woman like her. Skinny and tall, giving everything so easily. Maybe it was easier that way. No emotions. Though, out of all people I knew how that felt. Meaningless conversations, meaningless fucking, meaningless presence. Waking up... Nothing.

I heard her sighing deeply. "Alright, I'll just leave it then." I heard the glass clicking, and her slightly shifting, but she was still in the room. "I,-um... I actually came her to say thank you." I almost rolled my eyes at her.

I knew nothing about this girl's intentions, who turned her, or how she got here, but what I did know was that I needed her. If Adam was going to tell something, it was if we gave Jenna to him. And to do that, I needed Jenna to trust me first. It was the only way Amelia could find her mom. I wasn't giving up on it.

Turning around slightly, I watched her intertwine her fingers together and look down. Insecurity... Definitely something new for Jenna. "Thank you for letting me stay. And I know I already said this, but I only trust you, Dimitri." I listened carefully, watching her take a few steps towards me. "My intention was never to run from you. I was just surviving, and the first chance I got... I came back to you." Her voice cracked as she spoke, almost like there was a lump in her throat, stopping her from continuing.

She sniffed, looking away. "It's just that... I've been through so much theses few months, and,-" I saw a tear slipping down her cheek, and it was simply unbelievable to see Jenna cry. "And I don't know how I'm even still alive... No one knows what they put me through, and I just thank God that I found my way back to you. Like I said, you're the only one I trust. Thank you for that." She exhaled deeply, her ocean blue eyes flattering as another tear escaped her.

I felt my brain causing me pressure, trying to come up with what she was talking about. "Who Jenna? Who did this to you?" I looked down at her, as she opened her mouth to say something, but a slight knock on the door interrupted her.

I was so concentrated in what she was saying, trying to figure out what was actually going on with this girl for 6 months. Trying to find the missing puzzles. To connect the dots for Amelia. That was all I wanted. I wanted her happy, and I knew Jenna could give me the answers. At least half of them.

But trying that, focused on nothing but that, I didn't realize that it was her standing near the door. Amelia. Jenna turned around quickly, offering a slight smile. "I-um," Amelia looked down, slowly crossing her arms on her chest. I realized that it was her that brought a release in my chest. Light in my darkness. Once again, just her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,-"

"It's fine. I was actually leaving." Jenna said quickly, turning towards me again. "Thank you, again." She mumbled, walking away and passing Amelia. I could see how they exchanged a weird look, especially Amelia. Almost like she was trying to figure her out in such a short amount of time. I knew my girl. She was trying to make everything right, trying to help everyone figure out, that she was just being overprotective again. Jenna was harmless.

As soon as Jenna was out of sight, Amelia sighed deeply, looking at me. Those large hazels found mine, and they shone brightly that night, reflecting the warmth of the moon from outside the window. They were such a unique color, a mix of light and dark, a mix of shy and brave. I was still fascinated with her actions that night. There was still a lot for her to tell me.

But at that point, I only felt coldness in my veins. Anger. Seeing her, reminded me of Christian. Of them. Seeing them hug earlier, seeing that closeness, it woke up something inside me. And I couldn't get over it for some reason. Just the thought of my brother being the way he was, it was angering me. Because it scared me. The idea of losing her scared me.

"What was that about?" She asked softly, taking a few steps in the room.

I closed my eyes for a second, adjusting to the sweetness in her voice. At that point, it had no effect on me. Because what was dominating was anger. Maybe towards my brother, but it fought its way out, and I took it out on her. "And you care... Why?"

I noticed how her eyebrows slightly rose in surprise. "I just asked..." She sightly shook her head, making short breaks between her words. She was in shock, I could see it in her eyes, but in that moment, I didn't seem to care. Barely aware that it was Amelia who I was talking to. Because I was led from the anger.

"Well don't. Do you see me asking what you and Christian talked about?" I snapped, crossing my arms on my chest. As I saw that weakness in her eyes, the way her lips parted in surprise, I felt a sudden burn in my chest. Like someone ripped a part of me. I saw that powerlessness in her eyes, and the fact that I caused it hurt better than a sword twisted in my guts. But she went straight to Christian the moment we ended our fight, then she disobeyed...

"We're back to that?" Her voice cracked, and once again, it felt like someone punched me. But I recovered. The anger recovered me.

I ran a hand down my face, feeling the frustration boil up even more. "Yes, we're back to that, Amelia." I almost shouted, looking back into her eyes. I heard a small gasp escape her at my outburst as she looked down, biting on her lower lip. She seemed like she was in deep thought, and not even I could get her out of it. Usually, she would fight back, shout back, look broken... Now, she seemed like she was okay with whatever I said. And that scared me.

"You know, I actually came here to apologize, Dimitri." When she looked up at me again, I saw that glossiness in her eyes, but there were no tears they held. Just hurt. And seeing her like that, hurt me even more. So with hurting her, I hurt myself. I felt my chest softening, my breath coming out slower. "I.. I don't even know why you're so angry with me, but I came to apologize for whatever it is." She stopped, keeping her voice quiet, and I knew she was only trying to mask the weakness in it. "But, I did not come for this."

Before she could turn around, I spoke. "Amelia," But was it worth it now?

She looked down, slowly, almost like she was hesitating about something. Taking a few steps towards me, she stopped right there, in front of me, close to me, just as I always wanted her. Close again. And dear lord, when those eyes looked up at me, I felt a flatter in my chest. Every damn time, the same effect. But now, they hid hurt, and being the one that caused it, hurt me even more.

As she placed her hand on my face, I thought I was dreaming. We were still practically fighting, and she was showing this weakness towards me, waking up mine. And it had the same effect, once again, no mater how angry I was. But it only showed how mad I was for her. And if she only knew...

Her eyes fixed on my lips as she tingled her fingers in my hair, slightly messing it up. She seemed like she was fighting something, resisting hard. And she didn't say a word about it. But I... I couldn't resist. She knew I couldn't yet she stood still. Leaning in, I felt her hand tightening around my hair, somehow making those feelings explode inside my chest. Her warm breath near mine, her plump lips brushing mine, and just when I was desperate for that kiss, for that taste, for her... She moved away.

She moved towards my ear, slowly brushing my neck with her lips. What kind of a game was she playing? Cause she was certainly making me lose control. "Figure it out, Dimitri." She said slowly, her harsh whisper near my ear sending shivers down my whole body. "You have Jenna... And you have me." I felt that pressure hit my head, my jaw clenching as I closed my eyes. "And when you do, tell me." Her voice faded, the weakness in it, the desperation noticeable, as she moved away.

Further, and further, she walked a few steps backwards, leaving her eyes locked with mine. "You know there's only you, Dimitri." And with that, she turned around and left the room. Left me. Desperate for her. Her body, her touch, her kiss. Desperate for having that again. My mind was screaming, my body craving for more. But she was already out of the room. Gone.

But what was there to figure out? I knew what I wanted, I knew what I had to do, but she was making it more complicated. Confusing. She almost got herself killed, but never gave me the chance to make her see that. She let my brother in her life, but again, didn't give me the chance to explain how wrong that was. How big of a mistake it was to give something to Christian. To trust him.

I was always clear with her. Never made her confused about anything. She knew what I wanted. What I always wanted. And that was her. Most of the times my words were carefully spoken, without drama, they had an air of finality to them and no matter how hard she railed against them, nothing would change my mind. Because no matter what she thought about my brother, no matter how brave she thought she could be, I knew better. I knew better than to risk her life. And I was not letting that happen again.

I knew when the tension was high, I should inject love instead of anger, but I couldn't help it. It was boiling up in my system as hot as lava. And at that point, I wasn't even thinking of apologizing. I gave her absolute no reason to think that there was something between Jenna and I. That was what was angering me. Her mistrust in me. But then again, there was familiarity to her actions. Jealousy. Maybe it was the same situation, the same thing I felt for her and Christian.

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, and turned around. My jaw was so clenched it felt like I would grind my teeth. There was nothing I could do in that moment. She made herself clear. And I knew what I wanted. Without even a spark of hesitation, I knew that she was the one I loved. The one I wanted to be with. But also, there was part of me that wasn't letting me go apologize. That stubborn side of me wanted her to see the mistakes she made. And so I would wait for her to understand it. I knew she would.

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Amelia's POV

It was high school all over again. Dimitri was so stubborn, he picked a fight instead of listening to me. I heard myself exhaling a deep breath, going through that moment in my head over and over again. What I wanted to do was apologize. That's why I was there. And I had no freaking clue why he was so mad at me, why he was acting so cold towards me. There was absolutely no reason to. But I was getting so sick of his jealousy. His mistrust in me. The way he thought that I was only safe with him.

It was not true. I knew how to protect myself. I was a different person now. Not the helpless girl he met, not the girl that was kidnapped to be a slave. And I no longer needed him to see me as one. That's what I wanted to prove to him. I wanted him to know that I could protect myself, that he wasn't there to do that for me. And that was not the reason why I loved him. He held so much more that every girl could only wish for, and I was more than aware that I was somehow losing that.

But instead of listening to my apology, he turned it into a fight. Angry at me for no reason. Those words that flew from my mouth earlier, they were something I never thought I'd even think, let alone say out loud. I knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they'd hit their mark, because it was the first time I made him choose. Over me and Jenna. And I couldn't even believe that that was the level where we were at in our relationship.

Because I thought it mattered more. Us, mattered more than jealousy. Yes, I was jealous because he was spending time with her. I was jealous because he was letting her in again. Because I was afraid to lose what I had. Him. And maybe it was the same feeling he had towards me and Christian. But the difference was, Christian was the one that saved me, he was harmless. And Jenna... Jenna was away for 6 months. She was the threatening machine. God knows who she might be working with.

Sighing, I stood up, towel drying my hair. Not even a cold shower helped. The feeling inside me, the heat flowing through my veins, it was too big for me to even let a tear escape. I wasn't sad, I was simply angry with him. And I had no intentions on going back there and apologizing. He would have to figure it out himself this time.

"And you care... Why?" His harsh tone echoed through my head, and I threw the towel on the bed. Gosh I hated being in that situation with him, but when the anger took over, there was simply no thinking. The anger inside my bones was controlling me, making me stubborn, making me burn from the inside. Even though the window was opened, there was no use. The heat was possessing over my body, caused by the messed up emotions I had in that moment.

Inhaling deeply, I opened the door, walking outside in the hall. I figured what I needed was water, and maybe fresh air. The four walls in my room seemed to choke me, and the lump in my throat kept getting in the way. I couldn't seem to come alive, and I wasn't sure if it was only the anger inside me. Or was it the fact that I missed Dimitri like crazy? The fact that I couldn't breathe knowing the situation we were in...

But something changed that night. The doors to Jenna's room were opened, and that told me more than I knew. More than I thought. And my whole world seemed to go upside down at that point. Stopping, I furrowed my eyebrows, not believing what I just saw. Taking a step backwards, I looking inside her room. Darkness consuming it, except for that faded light from the hallway, making its way through the opened door and illuminating her figure on the bed.

Her and Dimitri's. He sat on the chair beside her, his head leaned on his palm as he was supporting himself with his elbow against the arm of the chair. He was asleep as well as her. And in that moment, when I realized what I was looking at, it felt like my world was shattering into glassy shards. He was with her, looking after her, giving her support, because she obviously needed it more than me. And he cared more for that, than for our relationship.

So was that his decision? Was that his answer? Was it really Jenna who he chose?  

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Me again!

   Well guys that one was a quickie xD I'm actually feeling knots in my stomach while writing this, because I ship Ametri so hard. So for now, nothing is really certain. But in the next chapter, things might get a little fiesty, steamy, and maybe just a little less complicated. I will definitely not want to see the two love birds apart, and I'm almost certain they won't be. But there's still a lot of knots tied, and they need to find the solution to them.

Tell me what you guys think about Amelia's little kick-ass action, and about Jenna's new side... Is she honest with Dimitri? Is she really the victim she represents herself as? Well, till the next time ;) Kisses :*