Dimitri's POV

    I felt that breaking point of my patience. I knew this girl would be the end of me. No matter how many times I saw her, every time it seemed like I loved her more and more. And I was aware that my love for her was ruining me. But I wanted her to ruin me. She was that fire, and I wanted her to burn me. After so long... After so damn long, I had her in my arms. I was holding something that was always mine. She was mine, and not even for a split second did I think on giving up on her. No matter how many times I had the reason to give up, I didn't.

  Months and months, I searched. Got help from everyone I thought I could get use from. I told my father I wasn't done with my job yet. That the coronation was not supposed to happen yet. I procrastinated it as much as I could, just so I would have enough time to search more. At least a little more. And now I had a month left. A month till the coronation. But there she was. My girl. My love. That love that was passionate, intense, and most of all unforgettable. I wasn't planning on letting that go again. Not again.

  But no matter how much my heart screamed in joy for having her in my arms, she was crying. And that wasn't how I expected seeing her. It was tearing me apart seeing those tears wet her beautiful face. It was a sin for making someone so innocent, so pure, cry. My sin. But I could not let go. No matter how aware I was of the fact that she didn't believe I was back. Of the fact that she didn't believe I remembered... After such a long time, after so many sleepless nights, so much energy loss and exhaustion, I was ready to do it all over for her. If she needed time to believe, somewhere inside me, I found the strength to prove myself to her. I felt like I need to.

   I could still remember very clearly how she slipped from my arms that night at the ball. How she was right there, yet so far. And I blamed myself. If I remembered a minute earlier, I wouldn't have had to lose her. Without even a goodbye... So many witches tried breaking the location spell Christian's witch locked on them all. But he had one of the most powerful ones on his side. A Sephiran. That surname held so much power and history, something that couldn't be even imagined. But Calliope was a Sephiran, and there was no way of unlocking the location spell...

  My memory was my only lead. But one of many Christian's lies made me lose track. If I just knew that he never really sold his old house, I would've remembered where to look. And when I got in the middle of the woods, I felt that familiar scent in the air. Strawberry and laveder. And I knew I was on the right path. Finally. My heart stopped in realization, my mind went blank, and I ran. I followed the smell, and simply ran. When I heard that crash, I felt a turn in my stomach. A simple feeling of knowing she was in trouble. And I didn't think. Not at all. Ripping that demon's heart out was an instinct. No matter who it was that tried to take someone I love, they payed with their life.

  That night, I watched as her expression went from scared, to shocked, to broken, and shattered. And I knew that my simple presence was the cause of that. But my hands were itching to touch her, my heart was thumping madly, and my mind felt like it would explode if I kept standing there and watching her. So I wrapped my arms around her, and that's when I knew. She was the cure. My cure. My medicine and drug. She made me high, then let me crash so low, leaving me shattered. Yet I craved for more. I needed more.

  Her sobs were ripping my heart out. Her pain, her ache, it hurt me twofold. It burned me so badly that I almost felt the scars in my heart opening into fresh wounds. Because they were never really healed. But she was there. In my arms. Simply mine again. And it meant the whole damn world to me. And when I heard her broken voice, still cracking and fading with the urge to let more sobs, it ruined me. You did this. My self conscious kept telling me. It's all your fault.

  And then I heard her whisper. "What do you want, Dimitri?" No one, and I mean no one could even be close to causing me that effect by just calling out my name. I didn't know if it was that perfect symphony of her voice, that silky melody, or that faintness it always seemed to hold, but I couldn't resist it. It made my whole inside turn, my head spin, my hands shake, and my heart hammer. I needed this girl. I needed my love back. Because otherwise, I was dead. My heart was beating for her, and it would simply stop without her. She was that healthy drug that I needed in my veins, and I was an addict. Without it, I would either lose my mind, or die.

  "You." I said. All I need is you. Nothing more, nothing less. And I was ready to beg. "I just want you back, baby." I whispered into her ear, and god, her simple breathing made my whole body physically weak. Her smell. Her skin. Her silky hair. I was fucking losing it, and her hands on my chest, her fingers tightening around my shirt, it didn't help. It just made me crave for more. "That's all I want, love. That's all I need." I whispered moving away from her enough to find those large hazels staring wide and glossy.

  Those eyes that I dreamed about every single night. That glare that woke me up early in the morning, making me search the room in order to see if she was really there. But she wasn't. I was too busy intoxicating myself with her scent, hypnotizing myself with her eyes, that I didn't have the time to thank my lucky stars I found her. That I held her. And once again, I was looking into those seductive hazels, that provocative green and that smothering amber. God, help me.

  Seconds, only seconds passed by as she looked up at me, leaving that small space between our faces. And I was already lost. I felt as she let go of my shirt, trying to find a way to move away. But she had no clue that at that point my heart was already ripped apart, and she was the only one that could put the other half of my heart back into place. Her hands fell on my lower arms, her eyes trying to look everywhere but at me. But even though I wasn't really thinking through it, I acted instinctively. I didn't let go.

  She struggled for a few seconds, yet never asked. Trying to take things into her own hands, trying to move away from me clearly against her own will was not really a good idea that night. "God," Her voice came out raspy and that frustration was clearly noticeable. Her head fell back, leaning against the wall as she brought her hands up, covering half of that flawless face of hers. They were shaking. Her fingers, her palms... Why was she resisting? "I'd rather have you kill me right now, than torture me with your lies. Because this is not a game for me, Dimitri."

  She didn't know, but her words crushed me. She wasn't aware, but my world shattered. I had no clue what else to do. How else to show her my love. Because that was the only way I knew. And she didn't believe. I felt a sharp breath escaping my lips as I moved a small step backwards, unable to take my eyes off hers. To even blink. She stared back as that hazel color held that mistrust, hurt, naked vulnerability. Such eyes. Like of autumn's touch as averted into her eyes. Pure color with a tinge of golden dusts, and fresh green framework. But they no longer held trust.

  A small sniff escaped her, blinking graciously with those light hazels of hers and letting the crystal tears fall once again. She had the space, she had the time. All she had to do was walk away. All she had to do was leave. But she didn't. Instead she stood frozen. Her chest rising up and down, her lips parting, her hair a mess, yet she looked so damn irresistible.

  "I can't make you stay, Amelia." The words tumbled out as I felt myself clenching my hands into tight fists. I had to look down and close my eyes for a second, in order to keep myself together. She was there. In front of me. Mine. After so long. Yet she felt so far. It seemed like she belonged to me more when we were miles away, like she was closer, warmer... Now, something was different, and I couldn't figure out what.

  "Where were you? Where were you all this time?" Her quiet voice echoed through the old cement walls. I could see how she was struggling to talk with the lump in her throat from crying. I could hear that faintness she once told me I caused.

  "Searching... After the ball, I never stopped looking." I watched how hard she was trying not to cry. But I knew her. I felt her pain miles away before I found her. I was aware that getting closer to her again might be a bad idea, but I could not stay away. My hands were trembling to hold her. My lips hurt and her kiss was the only thing that could cure them. Taking a step towards her, I left that small space between us, showing her that I wouldn't hurt her. But she didn't move. Not even an inch. "You have no damn clue what I went through without you, Amelia. Hell could not describe it."

  My words were effecting her. That wasn't my cause, I was just telling the truth. But the way she scanned my face, the way she read me, it was something no one else could do. And I knew she would understand. Her face was glowing from the tears as the moon light illuminated her left side perfectly. Without realizing, my hands reached out for hers, and I could clearly feel her cringe, but she gave in. She let me hold her hand, never taking her eyes off mine. I didn't know if it was still shock they held, or understanding, but either way, I just wanted her close again.

  Bringing her hand up to my chest, I placed it directly on my heartbeat. That mad beat that only one person could cause. "You do this to me." I whispered. As her eyelashes slightly flattered, a small tear rolled down her cheek, and I could clearly hear how her breaths were fastening up. I could not stand the air, the blank space between us anymore. So I moved closer. My fear for her moving away again sent shivers down my spine, but then again, the same effect had her closeness.

  I could see how she was trying hard to keep up. How much she was struggling with herself in that moment. But I did not care. I couldn't understand, but I didn't care. At that point, all I saw was her. All I thought about was her. Her lips, her eyes, her skin... Unconsciously, I moved closer to her neck, once again inhaling that intoxicating smell she held. That lavender smell that made my head spin. My lips brushed against her skin, and she shivered. And when she placed her hands up my chest, I knew that I could not let go anymore. Not again.

  "Don't leave," I whispered to her, feeling how her muscles tensed. As my hands roamed up and down her waist, under the thin material of her shirt, I felt that silky skin of hers under my fingertips. I wanted to tear that shirt apart, but my feelings were dominating over the lust, and I was hypnotized by them. "Don't do that to me again." I heard her deep breaths, I heard how she was struggling with herself, and for some reason I loved the effect my simple touch caused her.

  Moving away, I left that simple few inch space between out faces, just enough to have a clear view of that ember-hazel color of her eyes. It didn't matter what she did. At that point a simple move, a small gesture would've had the same effect on me. Especially her habit of biting her lip. And it simply pushed me off the edge. The small space between us was choking me, and her lips were the only oxygen I needed. From that moment, my mind went blank, my fingers tighten around her waist, and I leaned in, blocking that air between out bodies.

  It was first a small brush of our lips together. Not innocently like a tease, but hot, fiery, passionate, and most of all demanding. I wanted to pull away before I lose myself, but I couldn't seem to... In that minty moment, my senses had been seduced and I could no longer think straight. "Dimitri," She whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. And my senses were gone. Blank. Lost. I crashed my lips against hers, having that urge to take more and more, but that desperate feeling that crawled inside me simply dominated.
 
  Though her lips were pretty, it is the feel of them that sent my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. And when she kissed back, I was no longer aware. The world simply melted. It was just the two of us. Kiss, bite, lick, and then all over again. Holy fuck, how I missed her. Her fingers tangled up in my hair as she slightly pulled. It drove me fucking wild. Just the thought of no one else being able to get that feeling out of me did. I was desperate and craved for more. For so long, I spent the nights going insane, but that night, when I saw her, it was the breaking point of my patience.

  I expected her to pull away, just like the first passionate kiss we shared. She said I made her faint, but this time, it was the opposite situation. She returned my kisses just as much, just as deep, and I knew I would kill for more. As we reached for air, I didn't want to let go. Leaning my forehead against hers, we breathed deeply as her hands slowly roamed up and down my chest, almost like she was making sure I was there. Her eyes were closed, yet I couldn't stop staring.

  "Things have changed." She mumbled quietly, slowly opening her eyes.

  "You haven't."

  "The thought if you is what kept me together. But," She stopped, slightly moving away and biting her lip in thought. However, I didn't let her move much.

  "But what?"

  "Dimitri, I did not just sit around and wait for you. Things are different now." Her lips moved softly, and I was having hard time concentrating on her words. It was her that I craved. After glancing at the small barred window for a few seconds, her gaze locked with mine again. "I have to leave."

  Bending down, she took her bow, but before she could take a step, my hand slipped around her wrist making her stop. "Why?" I said, feeling that familiar panic washing over me.

  Looking at the dead body on the side, she whispered. "I already caused enough trouble."  

  "He deserved it." I felt that anger and disgust crawl down my stomach just at the thought of that demon. He died to easily.

  Shaking her head slightly, she looked down, then back at me. "You don't understand." I hated to hear that from her. I hated that sentence generally. It meant nothing.

  "Amelia,"

  "No, Dimitri, I really have to go. I don't have much time."

  I felt the frustration boiling up and my hand around her wrist tightening. "Why the hell are you escaping this?" I said loudly, but she didn't even flinch.

  As her eyes looked up at me again, they were glossy. Full with tears. "It's not you that I'm escaping." And the confusion hit me more. I felt as she tried steadying herself with my body, but the way she frowned, I could tell she was in pain.

  "Amelia, what is going on?" I demanded. 

  "I-, I'm tired. I have to go." She tried passing me, tried escaping eye contact with me, but after that kiss, I knew she wasn't doing it on her own will. After the emotions her kiss intoxicated me with, there was no way it was her choice. She had to. But the thing is, I wasn't going to let her.

  "Don't lie to me. You know I hate it." My voice faded as I said those few words.

  Her eyes shot up, and I gasped from the sight. The hazel was that light ember, almost sparkling. The most beautiful, yet unexplainable. Glowing. But as she blinked, they went back to normal. Her breaths were slow, yet deep. She moved her hand on my shoulder in order to support herself, and I instinctively moved my hands on her waist to steady her. Something wasn't right.

  "It's the moon. It's full." She said keeping her eyes down before slowly looking up at me. When I heard her words, when I saw that weakness in her eyes that was not previously there, my heart thumped one loud beat against my chest. I saw her like that a few times. And it never ended well. She was the brave, strong type of girl, and seeing her weak, faint, it simply scared me.

  I could feel her body loosening up under my hands, and I knew it was a matter of seconds till her legs would give out. Slipping my arm under her knees, I picked her up, noticing how her eyes closed in exhaustion. The bow fell from her hand, but she was still aware. "How long?" I didn't know why, or how I came up with that question, but I felt like it was the right one. "How long has this been going on?"

  I felt as she wrapped her hand around my neck, resting her head on my chest. I knew she wasn't aware, but those simple gestures of hers, they meant the whole damn world to me. Even at times like that. "Every month. After my birthday." That weak, faint, quiet tone of her voice, it sounded familiar to me. It sent that panic throughout my entire body. It made me feel nervous and scared, because I remembered the last time I heard it.

  I looked at the window, and the moon shone brightly. Like a street lamp flickering in the midnight darkness. Looking back at her, the first thing I though was, I was right. I was right about her, but it teared me apart knowing that I wasn't able to be there for her. Someone else was. "Stay with me, love." I whispered starting to walk out.

  Her whole body soon came to her full weight, unconscious. But she was still aware. "Where are you taking me?" I felt her warm breath against my skin, her hand around my neck, and her full trust in me. However it was a choice she never made. She had to trust me, no matter if she wanted to or not.

  "Somewhere safe."

  "Find Christian. Take me to him." Her voice faded as she said his name. My heart stopped when she did. The pressure from the anger hit my head hard, and it hurt. I couldn't believe my own ears. Christian. It was a state where I wanted to curse and yell, but not at her, at him. All this time it was him that held her. Kept her away. It was hard to know that I was supposed to hand her over to him again. It was unacceptable.

  "No, Amelia,-"

  "Please. He's probably worried." I closed my eyes for a second, in order to keep myself together. He's worried? Were we even talking about the same person? But what was I supposed to do? She was so weak, half conscious. I simply couldn't do what I thought I should. I didn't want her disappointment. And on top of everything, I didn't know what to do. So I listened to her. It would be a great time to face him after so long. My 'brother'. The last person I wanted to see, yet the only person I needed to talk to. He was the one I should've dealt with at the first place. And now was my chance.

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  Till the time we got to the house, she was already down. I didn't know how the moon effected her, but she was weak. Too weak to keep her head straight. After a young girl opened the door of the house, I could tell from the expression on her face that she knew me. That she was surprised. And she looked familiar too. Short brown hair, large brown eyes. Scared most of all. Human definitely.

  But as I walked in with Amelia in my arms, there was no one there except for her. Her and a tall blonde that I never saw before in my life. But at that point, I wasn't really aware of my surroundings. I didn't register much. I just wanted Amelia to be okay. As I placed her body on a couch, I noticed how old fashioned the house was. I wasn't even sure if we were at the right place, but the fact that the brunette kept swallowing hard and asking if she was going to be okay, it told me she knew her. She worried.

  "They're coming." The blonde one said, walking in the room with a phone in her hand.

  "Who's coming?" I asked, feeling that monotone voice of mine return. However, I never seemed to use it with Amelia around.

  "Christian and the others. They've been searching for her for an hour now." She explained slowly. "I'm Vanessa by the way."

  Looking down, I saw her dark nails around her phone. Not nails, but claws. "And by the claws, I can tell that you're a werewolf."

  "Well, you're obviously smart enough to know that you should watch your moves around a werewolf."

  I couldn't help but chuckle ironically. I didn't like her already. "If you keep talking, my only move would be ripping that blonde head of yours." I rested my elbows on my knees, sitting on the armchair near to Amelia as I looked up at the Vanessa girl, but her face didn't even flinch in worry. She just kept quiet.

  Before she could open her mouth to say something, I heard doors crashing as my whole attention turned on the living room entrance. And there he was. My brother. My enemy. His dark eyes landed on me first, but they were soon fixed on her. My whole inside turned, causing me to stand up. It was more of an instinct move, in the way I once protected her from him. But the difference was, he had the same posture. His full speed caused him to pass by me in less than a second, as he stopped in front of her. I could tell he was listening to her heartbeat.

  I tightened my fists, my jaw clenching on its own as I turned around slightly, moving towards the middle of the room. I couldn't watch. Even though she was unconscious, he was supposed to stay away from her. And I was pushing all my urges in that moment to stay quiet and not hit him. God, how I wanted to. And just as I turned around to see how she was doing, I felt a cold gush of wind as he appeared in front of me.

  His fingers caught my shirt, and the fact we were the same height caused me to look at that endless dark ink of his black eyes from up close. Sorrow. Nothing but sorrow. "What did you do to her?!" He growled, but this time, my instincts reacted faster than I could. But oh, how I felt that pleasure roam all over my body as my fist hit his face hard. His body swung backwards, and I felt a small relief in my chest. Like I just did a ritual that had to be preformed. Once our greetings were a hug, now I felt nothing but the urge to beat him till bloody pulp. And the worst thing was, it gave me pleasure.

   It was just necessary. As he tried making his way up from the floor, I knew I slowed him down with that hard punch. I heard footsteps and the person I saw walking in was Charles. My once called friend. But the last one I expected there that night was the werewolf. Dylan. However, I knew my face held nothing but anger. I noticed how they scanned the situation, from Christian on the floor, then back to me.

  As Christian touched his lips, looking at his now red fingertips from the blood that flew from the opened wound, I saw that anger in his eyes. But he knew better than to stand against me. Making his way up, he looked at Amelia again, as I crossed my arms, having that urge to spill words I maybe didn't mean, to curse, and to simply release that adrenaline that ran wild through my veins. But oh, how my fingers itched to hit him again.

  "Where did you find her?" His voice came out cold, even, just as always. But it was something I never missed.

  "In the woods. If it wasn't for me she would've been dead right now. Is that why you fucking took her from me again?!"

  "Watch your words, Dimitri. I never meant for this to happen... Dammit, I didn't even know she snuck out." I heard the frustration in his voice as he rubbed his chin and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

  Running my hand trough my hair, I took a glance at Amelia, and it teared my apart seeing her like that. "What the hell is going on with her?"

  "There's a reason why clíonas and werewolves are tightly connected." The werewolf guy said causing all of our attention on him. Clíona... I knew it. There was never a doubt. I noticed how Christian sent him a murderous glare.

  "It doesn't matter. What I want to know is what the fuck are you doing here? Did the king sent you?" When I heard his arrogant voice, that annoying tone that only Christian could own, I lost it. As my speed took over my legs, my mind went blank. I lost control. There was no fucking way I was letting him through this so easily. He was the reason all of it happened. He was the one that was supposed to take the consequences. And I felt nothing but the urge to kill him right there. He was no longer my brother. He was my enemy.

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Well, it was about time to take a small break from the marathon chapters... But hey, it finally happened. Dimitri faced Chris, and I think there will be a lot more drama in the next one. Tell me if you guys remember why Clíonas are tightly connected with the werewolves. Also, leave a comment with your thoughts about the little flirty scene we had at the beginning. Hope you enjoyed Dimitri's POV. Till the next time...