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  THIS CHAPTER IS NOT EDITED. In any way. It's written from my phone, and it has a lot of mistakes. Plus the ending will make you 'wtf' a lot so be prepared.

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Dimitri's POV

  As I rose from a heavy slumber, my vision blurry, slowly clearing out, the first thing I noticed before me was the fact that I wasn't in my room. Furrowing my eyebrows, I stared blankly in front of me. A bed. Messy sheets. An empty room.

That's all there was. No answers to those million questions racing though my mind. I groaned as the pain from my neck hit me. My mind was in that cloudy state, where every few seconds my vision blurred, and my head felt like it was spinning.

Turning around slightly, I realized I was sitting on an armchair, but that certainly didn't clear out anything. Next to me, there was a bottle of vodka. An empty bottle of vodka to be more correct.

I felt my muscles tensing as my hearing was way too sensitive at that point. I could hear my own heart beating lifelessly, my breaths coming out sharp, my pulse fast, the blood rushing through my ears... The only thing I could do was frown in confusion when heard footsteps, and door opening. The sounds were loud, the doors clicking behind, and I was pretty sure it wasn't me walking.

Soft steps were heard and the brightness that was blooming throughout the entire room was slowly blocked, giving me the chance to open my eyes more.

The first thing I noticed in front of me were two perfectly pedicured feet, long pale legs barely covered by a pair of shorts, and looking upwards I saw a shiny blonde hair straightly falling down a white tank top. Not Amelia for sure. Her hair is dark. Right?

So the other option was... Jenna? Her tall slim figure was strongly illuminated by the bright sun rays, and it was hard to look up at her without frowning in order to fight the brightness.

"Rise and shine," I heard her voice, squeaky and high, louder and louder till my hearing went back to normal. I heard her continuing to blab about something else as she walked towards the glassy windows, but I already muted her, unable to stop wondering how the hell I ended up in this chair.

Closing the curtains she turned around, flashing a dazzling smile as she exhaled a deep breath. "You know, I offered you the spot on the bed next to me, but you chose the chair. You must be in pain." She mumbled walking up in front of me again, but as her hand reached towards me, I stood up.

"I'm fine, I just," I looked around, focusing on the empty bottle again. "What happened last night?"

"I thought vampires heal too fast for the alcohol to have any effect..."

I inhaled a sharp breath. "Just answer the question, Jenna."

She chuckled, almost ironically. "Nothing happened, you just passed out after I asked you to spend the night here. Begged you in fact."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I tried to ease the slight pain that suddenly hit. No warning, just ache in my head. I looked down on the side, trying to reorganize the thoughts that suddenly went randomized in my head. Memories.

* "I swear to you, Dimitri. I would never lie to you." She ran her fingertips gently down my hand, before she took it in hers. "I didn't manage to see his face. I knew I drank something, his blood probably, before pain hit me... Before I died." I slightly pushed myself away from her, not wanting to make the same mistake again. "That's all I know." She sighed, running a hand through her silky blond hair.

I listened to her heartbeat the whole time she was talking. So either she was a really good liar, or she was telling the truth. The only thing out of beat was my decision. The fact that I decided to hear her out. The fact that I was the one that came to her. The one that asked.

So were the answers I was looking for really for Amelia? Or were they for myself? I wasn't sure if I was acting the way I was, craving for answers to my questions, because of the fact that Jenna was my slave when she escaped. Maybe it was just the simple fact that I was raised from my father, the way I was. Possessive over my property.

  Nodding my head slightly, I sat back on the chair, getting back to my drink. "You don't believe me, do you?" She sighed, sitting on her bed and burring her head in her hands.

Taking a sip from the bottle, I looked on the side. Her voice kept fading away and Amelia's appeared. Over and over again, her face popped in my head, her broken expression, and my heart felt like it was crushing into millions of pieces just at that picture. I hated myself at that point. I hated that I was so occupied with wanting to know the truth that I was breaking all my vows all over again.

I exhaled deeply, mentally shaking my head, and trying to focus on the wide blue eyes across from me, instead of the dark hazel ones that kept messing with my head. "I don't know what to believe anymore, Jenna." I smiled ironically. "I just know that I fucked up bad. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here." I took a long sip from the bottle, feeling the burning alcohol down my throat. "I can't seem to figure out where to start... Where to start looking for those damn answers,"

"Huh," She looked on the side before she glued her eyes on me again. "Look, I know you're doing all of this because of her, Amelia... But what I really don't understand is why you're with her." I felt myself clenching my jaw, and it almost took every strength I had left to control myself from giving that 'straight" answer. "I see that you're obviously blinded with whatever that girl told you, but Dimitri," She stopped for a second, making me look at her again. "You have to see what's around you. I know she's in a tough situation with her mother, but other people's lives also depend on that."

I downed my drink, putting the bottle down. Standing up almost suddenly gave me that familiar spin in my head, before the world around me got back to normal. Sort of. There was still nothing that felt normal about the situation I was putting myself into. "You mean, yours." I mumbled taking a few steps toward the door when I heard her stand up. "I gotta go,"

"No," Her high-pitched voice almost interrupted me, when I felt a weak warm grip around my wrist. "Stay, please." She mumbled, making me turn around and face her. Dang it, this girl needs a lesson about personal space. "I don't feel safe, especially tonight. She hates me, Dimitri. And I don't know why." Her voice cracked as she spoke, and it suddenly made me wonder the same question.

Why did Amelia hate Jenna so much?

"I-, I'm scared. I know what a Waldorf's capable of." I stared at her eyes, and they they held that uncertain emotion, hidden emotion that I couldn't read. Like a blur. "Everyone in this house is against me, and I know that only you can help me. Only you can save me Dimitri, and you're the only one I trust." She repeated for the millionth time, and for some reason she almost made me believe her.

Why would she come in a house, full of supernaturals, all of them against her by the way, just so she can find out a way out of the fucked up situation she was in? The only answers was the words she kept repeating. She depended on me. And she was still my responsibility, no matter what.

"Stay," She whispered once again, breaking me out of my thoughts. The baby blue color, swirled with the dark ocean-blue in her eyes, was making it harder for me to say no. She looked too scared, broken, too weak to be lying. Putting a small stand of her blond hair behind her ear, she looked down before she locked our gazes again. "At least till I fall asleep,"

  Releasing a small breath, I nodded my head slightly, passing by her, trying my best to come up with a reason not to. But the girl had really done nothing for me to hate her for. She ran away, but every slave would've if they had the chance. And I really, really wished she would give me at least a small reason to get rid of the feeling that she was still my responsibility. But there was nothing.

  Besides, without Amelia, I was sleeping alone tonight either way.

  I practically threw myself on the armchair, feeling like my brain was some kind of a fluid, painfully bubbling. "Uh, there's space on the bed.  I don't want you uncomfortable, your neck will hurt tomorrow."

  "Just go to sleep, Jenna. Don't worry about me." And as time passed the words came out of my mouth harder and harder. The alcohol was doing its thing for sure. Good.

  It took her a few minutes till she lied down, turning around and facing me. The lamp flickered off, and from the dimmed light that was making its way through the hallway, I noticed how her eyes flattered and met mine. There were no words really spoken but we looked at each other at the same time.

  "Thank you," She whispered, and J closed my eyes instantly, feeling how those simple two words brought back so many memories. Memories of my Amelia. She was sleeping alone tonights. The thought flashed in my head, but before I could think further and change my mind from doing this fucked up mistake, Jenna broke my thoughts. And they were simply lost again. Again, the alcohol relaxed me, erasing the thought of Amelia from my head for at least a bit. "For everything." Jenna added, making me snap back to reality.

  Was it me, or did that sound very very familiar once again?

  "You're safe, Jenna." I mumbled, feeling how my brain started slowly shutting down. My mouth said Jenna, but I kept thinking Amelia. I couldn't understand why, but she kept popping in my head. Maybe it was because of the similarity Jenna's words held.

 
But whatever it was, I wasn't as aware as usually. The fact that a different name tumbled out of my mouth sounded normal. But the feeling that it did, wasn't. None of these situations were normal. And I only wanted to feel sane again. Amelia made me feel sane, yet at the same time, madly in love. Deeply unaware if the world around. And I didn't need alcohol for that. She was my addiction.

  But in that moment, she was not there. Angry with me, making me feel like she was even more distant. Making me feel even more empty than my should already was. And without her inhaling life into me, I was nothing more than a dead creature of the night. Vampire.

  Nothing more than an emotionless monster. And no matter how endlessly I loved her, I hated the fact that I felt like nothing without her. I hated that I was addicted to that girl. I hated the fact that I could not spent one freaking hour being mad at her.

  But her around, she made it seem normal. Maybe it was because of the fact that she became a simple part of me. Part of my heart. And knowing that that mysterious connection was gone made me feel like someone ripped out that part of my heart. The only part that made the whole thing beat. The only person that I lived for. My air. My love. My everything.

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Amelia's POV

"You have got to be kidding me." I said through the smile that curved on my lips. "Christian, how can you say that?" The laughter in my throat was making it hard for me to speak. "That is the worst out of these three. Plus, it's a glamorous dress. I can't wear that for Cal's birthday. She said casual."

  At that point, I wasn't sure if he was serious or not. He was laying on my bed, throwing a small pillow in the air above him, as he kept giving stupid opinions about my choice of clothes. A few dark locks of his shiny hair were falling down his forehead, and the smile on his face couldn't seem to fade. Again, I loved when I managed to make him smile. It suit him.

  "Hey, you're the one that asked for my opinion. That's the dress, Mia." I pressed the material against the clothes I was wearing, starring at myself in the mirror. "I came here to check up on you, and instead, out of all people you asked me for a fashion advice. Well that's it."

  I turned around, putting the clothes on the bed beside him. "Well, Sara picked these out for me. They're all gorgeous, I just can't seem to pick one. Gosh," Whining, I looked myself in the mirror again,

  I heard his low chuckle. "Well you're certainly in a dilemma. A live or die situation. Tell me, if you pick the black one, which on of us will survive?" I threw the small pillow at him.

  Guys just didn't understand the struggle. And I really wanted to look good for Calliope's birthday. Maybe it was because I wanted to show myself as better than some people. Jenna for example. Ugh, the small thought of her hurt my brain.

  Through our muted laughter, it took me a few seconds to hear the knock on the door, before it flung open. I felt how my smile slowly faded as I stared at the door. It was him. Dimitri.

  I wasn't quite sure why the room suddenly got hotter. Maybe it was the fact that my blood at that point felt like hot lava. My pulse fastened, and my mind raced; the picture of him in Jenna's room from that night popping a million times in a second.

  I wasn't sure if I was angry just by looking at him, because it was him that I saw in Jenna's room that night. Or maybe it was just the way he looked at me, the way he held that annoyed posture, jealous expression.

  My heart thumped roughly against my chest, but it was the frustration that was building. Christian was already sitting on the bed, and I noticed how his expression was getting more and more serious as well. The two guys in the room starred at each other for a few seconds, while I just stood there with a small cloth in my hands, changing my weight from one foot to another, and puffing slightly.

  Another fight with Dimitri was definitely something that I didn't need in that moment.

  Because I knew that I may say things that I maybe didn't really mean, and after that night, I just wanted to take a break and delay the whole 'I-choose-Jenna' conversation.

  From the side I saw how Christian's jaw was so clenched, I could see every single bone on his face. His eyes looked at Dimitri so intently, I was actually scared of what was about to come. Maybe it was a bad idea that I told Christian about the whole conversation with Dimitri.

  Okay, maybe not the whole thing, just the short version. It still seemed to bother him though. And I questioned myself why.

  I noticed Christian standing up from the bed, giving me an unreadable look, and inhaling a sharp breath that maybe others wouldn't even notice. "I should,- um," He mumbled quietly, almost like he was too busy hypnotizing Dimitri with that intent look, to actually finish his sentence. "I should go."

  I nodded my head slightly, feeling how I unconsciously wrapped my fingers tighter around the dress I was holding, while watching the boy's every steps. "You should." Dimitri's cold voice caused me to look at him, and I've seen that look in his eyes before. A murderous glare that he only had before he ripped someone's heart out. Well, except, in this case he didn't take his eyes off his brother.

  Christian passed by him, walking towards the door, and till the last second Dimitri kept looking at him. I could help but feel a tight lump in my throat because of the words that were literally on the tip of my tongue. But I promised myself that I would just talk to him. Like a normal person. When I'm ready.

  But the thing was, I was not ready at that moment.

  When the doors clicked closed, I walked towards the bed, starting to fold the few pieces of clothes that were lying around, keeping my eyes everywhere but at him. Dead silence took over the room for a minute or two, and I could, oh so clearly feel his intense eyes on me, following my every action.

  "What was he doing here?" And there it was. But I could never understand why it bother Dimitri so much. Why did he feel threaten by Christian laying on my bed, covered with a bunch of my clothes?

  Okay, well putting it that way sounded a bit understandable, but still, what bothered him so much?

  "And you care... Why?" I repeated what he told me last night, just to get on his nerves more. Without looking up at him, I continued folding the baby blue dress, before I turned around and put it back in my closet.

  I could practically hear him groan in frustration and I loved that I caused it. After that night, I felt like he needed to see that he made the wrong choice. I wasn't being possessive or anything... Except that I was. I wanted Jenna's hands off of him. Because I knew the bitch wanted to get under his sheets till the fist day she saw him.

  "I am not playing that game with you again." He warned, as I kept looking at my closet, ignoring the fact that he was a few feet behind me. "Amelia," There was some kind of a threatening in his voice, ad to be honest, I have never heard that kind of anger in his voice. At least not directed at me.

  Turning around, I crossed my arms over my chest, finally looking into his eyes. They seemed darker when he was angry. Greener. Whenever he woke up, early in the morning, his eyes held that exact insanely emerald color. Except this time, it was darker. Like the trees in the woods at night, they held mystery that I couldn't read. And in those situations I could never read him.

Sighing, I knew what I had to do. Answer his question. "It's Calliope's birthday today. Sara went in town with Charles the other day, got me these..." I casually threw the shirt I was holding on the bed, seeing how he was following my every move.

  His low ironic chuckle caused me to look at him again, the muscles on his arms flexed as he crossed them over his chest a little tighter, looking on the side. "So Christian is your fashion stylist now?"

I sighed, annoyed from the fact that he was jumping on my last nerve at that point. "And Jenna is your roommate now?"

Silence. Dead silence took over the room as I saw how his eyes filled with an unfamiliar glow. Unfamiliar emotion. He was definitely not softening up, and at that point, I had no clue where I was standing with him. The whole situation was so ridiculous. Childish. And I was so tired of fighting with him about the same damn thing over and over again.

The thing was, he didn't want me to communicate with any male being, while he was practically sleeping with another girl. How was that fair?

He ran a hand through his hair and down his face, finally taking his intense eyes off me. "She was scared. She's in a house where everybody is literally building the bridge to her death." I couldn't help but smile sarcastically at his words. "I couldn't say no."

"Right," I felt myself clenching my jaw, and looking everywhere but at him. The most unbelievable part was the fact that he didn't see his mistake. "Cause she obviously needed more support last night... Glad you're satisfied with your choice." Turning around, I felt how my heart sank in just a few seconds, and I could practically feel it pulse in my stomach. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or scream at him, and it was the worst damn feeling ever. Because for the first time ever, I could not stand looking at him.

I heard the wooden floor slightly cracking, his steps from behind me, and his frustrated breaths coming out uneven and sharp. My mind was spinning with thousands of thoughts and at that point my stomach seemed like it was turning over and over again that I wasn't even aware of his tight grip around my wrist when he turned me around to look at him.

"Listen to me, Amelia. You're pretty damn smart to know that I would never choose Jenna over you." He was standing less than a feet away from me, holding my hand tight enough to show me who I belonged to. He always seemed to be overprotective over what was his, but I was not his damn toy to play with whenever he felt bored. "The real reason why all of this is happening is Christian, and we both know what kind of fucked up intentions he has. So do not make me repeat this." He stopped for just a second, his eyes moving and searching every single inch of my face. "Stay the fuck away from him."

Without even realizing, I pulled my wrist away from him, taking a small step backwards, even though there was not much space till my back hits the wall. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Nothing. Just a sharp breath, and nothing more. I had no words. No comebacks. And I wondered was it the shock that paralyzed me on my spot, not letting a single word tumble out.

Dimitri knew very well that I would never betray him. Especially not with his brother. He knew that I waited for him for six damn months, never even considering someone else. And with just that one mistake, one kiss, he wasn't letting go.

"Do you trust me?" The words came out on their own; my voice so quiet, I wasn't sure if he even heard me.

Putting his hands on his hips, he turned around frustrated, before he look back at me, keeping a good few feet space between the two of us. "You're not the one that I don't trust." I'm not sure if he had the intention, but his voice came out so cold, it instantly sent those familiar shivers down my spine. He sounded like he was frustrated according to the huskiness in his voice, the raspy words, but his words were so deep, so serious that it scared me. The thought of what he might do scared me.

Nodding my head slightly, I looked down, putting my fingers together, and deciding to let go the fact that he spent the night with Jenna and concentrate on the current situation. Maybe it was the only way I could safe at least a bit of him. "You'll never let that go, will you?" I looked up at him, seeing how his eyes were wide, the green color so light, almost yellow, yet for some reason it held darkness that I couldn't understand.

The bones on his jawline were so tensed, that I could practically see him clench his teeth even tighter, making it move. I knew he was killing himself with that stupid jealousy that he couldn't seem to let go, and I hated seeing him like that.

"You might think it's simple, Amelia, but trust me, it's not." He turned around taking a few steps towards the middle of the room, before he sat down on the bed, burring his face in his hands. When he made sure his hair was messed up enough, he looked at me again. I was standing still frozen on my spot, having no intention to move until this was over. I couldn't seem to even if I wanted to.

"I know my brother. I know what he wants... And I happen to have that." His eyes were glued on the circular carpet in front of him, the morning light illuminating his figure even though it was still cloudy outside. It was the first time he actually admitted that he knew about Christian. About what he felt. And it felt like my stomach turned multiple times, making me feel like it was my fault. Which maybe it was... "And every damn time I see him around you, you have no idea what kind of thoughts go through my head. In those moments I don't care that he's my brother, I just want him dead."

His eyes were concentrated on everything around, until they met mine. And I just kept starring, slightly licking my dry lips, and trying to think of something. Anything to keep him with me. To keep him talking. To solve this. At that point I didn't really care what happened. I was just sick of fighting. And I missed him. I missed us.

"You don't understand, but my mind is fucking lost without you. And thinking that he might take what's mine is making me go insane." His voice was now clearer, secure, but it was quiet. It's like he was repeating his thoughts out loud, and I was scared to listen more. I was scared that he would find a reason to let go, and I was not ready to. No matter what happened, I wasn't ready.

I didn't register that I was taking a few steps towards him, and even though he was now staring in the empty fireplace, I knew he was aware of it. I knelt beside his feet, still unaware that I placed my hands over his knees, causing him to look at me. His eyes held that surprise, maybe even shock that I came so close with no warning, but he just starred the way he always did. Like he could read my thoughts. Capture my soul and heart, and I was all his.

"I'm tired of this, Dimitri." I whispered, knowing that he was listening more than ever. "Why can't we just let it go?" I asked, and the insecurity in my voice was far noticeable. But I knew he understood.

"We can." His voice came out raspy, and I felt him placing his hand over mine that was resting on his knee. "If you come with me, we'll put everything behind." I looked up at him, slightly furrowing my eyebrows. A small turn in my stomach was caused by his words, but I just didn't understand them.

"I don't understand.. Come with you?" I could feel my eyes wide, and the sharp air suddenly made them dry, causing me to blink a few times in confusion. "Where are you going?" Maybe it was something obvious. Maybe I just didn't quite understand what he said. But I could help the sudden knot tying tightly in my stomach.

"You didn't really think that I was staying in this house, did you?" His slight pull on my hand caused me to stand up slightly and sit on the bed beside him, yet never taking my eyes off his. God, no one could look at me the way he did, the way his eyes captured every single line of my ace, eyes, lips, over and over again. Like he was looking at a princess, at someone perfect, when all I was was a lost girl, wandering around and looking for a happy ending.

  Now honestly, even more lost.

  He ran the back of his fingers down my face, almost like he was admiring, when there was nothing but confusion in my eyes. I felt him putting away a small stand of hair behind my ear, as I waited patiently for an answer. A real answer.

  "Amelia, come with me... Only you and me. We'll leave this behind us, find your mother... Leave this house for good, because with the people in it... Around us, it'll only be harder." I frowned, my brain processing his words slowly, yet my mind racing with those backup thoughts, not letting me think straight enough.

  I couldn't believe my own ears. "Dimitri, are you asking me to run away with you? To leave all of this behind?" I whispered softly, even though he made that pretty clear. But I needed a straight answer.

  He leaned in, closer and closer until our lips were inches apart. "There's only you, Amelia." He mumbled, his warm breath moving towards my cheek, my neck, until he reached my ear. I stood still, frozen and in shock from his statement. "My love, I chose you. And I will always choose you, over and over again, if that's what you want. I'll give you everything in my power and every single day, I will make sure to give you all my love."

My hand moved on his shoulder with the intention to push him away, because I wanted to look into his eyes and see if he was damn serious about this. But I couldn't. I just tightened my fingers around his shirt and continued listening. "Now it's your turn, Amelia. Your choice. Either you stay," He moved away from my ear, enough to look at me in the eyes. My mind was lost. Blank at that point. So I just starred back. "Or you leave with me."

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What the hell Dimitri?! Okay, someone had to say it :/ But hey, that's a good plan isn't it. The only way to get his girl back is if he gets her away from his brother. Logic...

Tell me what you think, will Amelia agree on this? Leave Chris and the others behind just so she can be with Dimitri? Well, at least tell me what will be the right decision according to you ;)
I know I said the next update should be in a week, but it's almost a week, and tbh I was bored. It's too hot outside :(

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