Warning: Not edited and filled with constant POV changes. Good luck.

Dimitri's POV

  I stared, instantly losing my thoughts. My mind went blank, yet it was filled with all these questions and ideas on what in the world could be going on. What was going on? When I opened the door, all I saw was Amelia moving. And the sudden suspense and bitterness in my heart grew. There was a thought in my mind, only one, repeating it self, and saying that they were doing something. And I couldn't seem to deny it. No matter how much I thought, 'No it can't be true.'

  But it seemed like it was, and from the tense in the air, from the pressure Amelia's guilty eyes sent me, I knew I wasn't mistaken. It would have been kinder to kill me. And at that point, my heart filled with that bitterness I couldn't seem to control. I was trying, but it almost hurt pushing my urges down. "Dimitri," She whispered, and that's when I realized that it's been only seconds since I walked in. I could see clearly how she was crossing her arms even tighter and the gesture itself showed more than it had to be spoken. "What's going on?"

  I felt myself clenching my jaw, as I eyed Christian that simply had his hands in his pockets. I seemed frozen on my spot, holding the door open, but it was almost like his face had some kind of a magnetic force, pulling my fists to punch him. "I was about to ask you the same thing." I said clearly, walking deeper inside. "What is going on?"

  Amelia looked at Christian, almost like she was looking for the answer herself. "Uh, we were just discussing the decision Amelia made tonight."

  "Yeah, I'm still not sure if I did the right thing." She added almost immediately.

  I eyed them both, but I had nothing I could blab on about, because there was no actual prove that something really happened. I knew my brother. I knew how his mind worked. And most of all, I knew he had the idea of having her maybe even before me. But I wasn't letting that happen. Not after everything I went through to find her. Not after everything this girl seemed to open up inside me. That wasn't for nothing. It had a cause, and now a consequence.

  However, no matter how much my hands were itching to punch him, how many times my stomach tied in millions of knots with just the thought of him with her, I lost all my strength to fight. I was tired... Tired of feeling, and I just wanted to let it go. At least for now. I wasn't letting anything go yet. Especially her. Never her. Nodding my head, I started turning around.

  "You did. We're leaving tomorrow." And that's how the news came out. I could practically hear her surprised breaths even though I turned my back and started leaving the room.

  "What?" Her voice... Oh how I missed her voice. But at that point, her curiosity seemed to annoy me. Because even though I wasn't showing it, that rage inside me was only boiling up. And that simple thought was burning me alive.

  Both their footsteps could be heard from behind as I started walking down the stairs. "Charles found a guy that knows someone that might have more detailed information on who the kidnappers might be... If that makes any sense." I added, not bothering to turn around, as I turned towards the living room.

  "And what does that have to do with leaving?" She asked, and I almost rolled my eyes.

  Taking a few steps in the living room, I turned around seeing how she was following like a lost puppy, along with Christian behind. "Do you want me to bring him to you?" I said sarcastically. "It's the best if you came along. And that's of course if you even have the intention to live this house." Eyeing Christian, I felt myself slightly clenching my fists in order to keep control.

  I knew she might have had some kind of a come back, but the guilt in her face never banished, and I most definitely knew something happened. "Do we even know who we're looking for?" Christian asked, trying to ignore the deadly gazes I sent him.

  Inhaling deeply, I continued. "I think it would be the best for everyone if you stayed here. Just to keep an eye on the situation. And by that I mean Adam."

  "That's not what I asked."

  There was a few second silence between us. "Ian. He's a werewolf, the Alpha of his pack. They should be near the old castle. Thorpeness."

  I saw how Amelia's eyes looked around the room, almost like she was looking for something, listening to something, but she snapped out of it. "And why is this so urgent?" Christian spoke again.

  It was more than clear that his thoughts were somewhere else. "Because the pack travels, and we may not find them later." I explained. "You should know that by now. Besides, Adam gave us a week, if I'm not mistaken." I saw how that very familiar anger ran behind those midnight black eyes of his. However, it could never match the one I felt at that point. Seeing him, with Amelia that night, it simply looked so suspicious even thought I saw nothing happening. Like a blurry image of them together, yet all of it could've been just in my head. I had no proves.

  I heard Amelia inhaling deeply as she leaned on the arm of the chair. "You're right." She mumbled, looking down. "I hate that I got Luke into this, but if we really want it to work, we need to think fast."

  Christian sighed, crossing his arms on his chest. "What's your plan?"

  "There are no plans, Christian. If we want this to work, if we want to save Amelia's mother, we need to think fast. And the best way of doing it is if we leave tomorrow. Otherwise, the Lucas guy's dead."

  "Luke." Amelia corrected. Whatever. "If I'm going, he's going too." My mouth almost dropped open at her words.

  "Says who?" I spat back.

  "Says me." She stood up, and I was almost taken back from her attitude. She most definitely changed through those six months. "After the danger I put him through, there's no way I'm leaving him behind." I heard that seriousness in her voice, that good in her heart, and that's when I recognized my Amelia. She would never leave anyone behind...

  "Fine. We have three hours till leaving." I said, glancing at my watch and walking outside the room. It seemed like that was the highest point of my patience. It pissed me off seeing her act so weird, and in order not to say anything, I left the room without any further discussion. I wasn't letting it go. One way or another, I was gonna get to the end of it.

~

  Amelia's POV

  I walked outside, but stopped immediately when I saw two cars parked in front of the house. Why did we need two cars? It was only three of us. Behind walked Dimitri, almost like he was guiding me outside until I stopped, and so did the others.

  "Uh, two cars?" I said curiously, glancing at him.

  "Yes. I prefer more space, other than having four people in my car." Again, what? Dimitri had been acting weird that morning. I could imagine why, but by weird I mean possessive. Not even when I saw his slave he ordered around so much. He noticed me giving him a confused look, and answered himself. "One for the two of us, and the other for Luke and Vanessa."

  My eyes widen. "Vanessa?" I almost squeaked, but he just started walking towards the car. As he was putting a bag in the back of the car, I stopped behind him. I furrowed my eyebrows, going through the information in my head and trying to remember if he mentioned it. No. "Vanessa?" This time, I couldn't control the surprise in my voice, and as he turned around slowly, I could see that the annoyance in his was pretty obvious too. I couldn't help but think he's angry with me.

  "Yes, Amelia. In order to communicate with werewolves, we need a few on our side too."

  "You know, they speak English too." I mumbled ironically.

  Instead of saying something, he looked behind him, seeing Christian and the rest walking outside as well. Knowing that I was going to say goodbye to them, he gestured with his head towards them. "Don't take too long." I nodded my head in response and started walking towards them.

  Calliope offered me a small smile, and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear to be careful. Sara seemed simply disappointed because she couldn't come along. However, she was always supportive, and being a human, emotional. I high fived with Charles, and gave him a small hug. "Listen to Dimitri, Amelia. He knows what he's doing." I smiled at him weakly, nodding my head in response. Of course Dimitri knew what he was doing. There was no doubt in that. He found me using just his memory, and not even a witch spell held him back.

  And finally there was Christian. The alcohol was long gone from my system, and I was pretty much aware of everything that happened. And of course, my senses came alive. I simply felt... Awkward. Maybe even embarrassed. I hadn't talked to him ever since, and I had no clue if he even remembered it. However, I was certain. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell him. I knew for fact that I made a mistake. And I wasn't letting that mistake just pass like that. I was going to make it right.

  I smiled at him slightly, and leaned in to hug him. Feeling his arms around me simply made my stomach turn a little, and even though it seemed like a familiar feeling from the night before, I still had no clue what the hell it meant. "Can I talk to you?" I whispered while pulling away.

  Nodding his head, his hand moved to mine. "Sure." He led me a few feet on the side, enough for others not to hear. However, there were some of them, most of them, that had those super senses. Charles for example. But still, I wasn't planning on letting it go. I had no clue what Dimitri saw, or heard, but I wasn't planning on doing what I somehow started. They were brothers. It was insane.

  "Listen, about last night..." I started, seeing him cross his arms over his chest, and listen intently. "You know," I said, trying to assure myself that he remembered.

  "Yeah." He nodded his head slightly.

  I felt my hands sweating. God, I couldn't even imagine what he thought of me. Putting my hands in the back pockets of my jeans, I looked on the side. "I'm sorry. It shouldn't have happened." I looked behind for a second, glancing at Dimitri's car, and I didn't want him to hear. I knew he was listening. "You know I'm usually not like that. I'm certain about my decisions." I said, starting to talk in codes, and gave him a small gesture with my head.

  After a few second of looking a bit confused, he furrowed his eyebrows in understanding. "I know." I said simply. "I'm sorry too. I'm the one that started the discussion."

  I bit my lip, trying to hold myself from starting to explain everything. I was planning on talking to Dimitri about it, but not before the road trip. Having those few spare hours that night, I spent them thinking. Thinking about what the hell I did. Now, my hands were trembling. Opening my mouth to say something, a loud horn was heard. I looked behind, knowing that Dimitri was getting impatient. And I really, really wanted to clear things out with Christian. I didn't want to give him the wrong impression, or false hope.

  "We'll talk." I said, quickly mouthing out a 'Please'. "When we get back,"

  Christian nodded his head, and offered a small smile. There were big chances that Christian didn't even care that much. After all, he was the one that was always cold. And the reason why he wanted to buy me at that auction was because he needed a new toy. But the way he was, protective and maybe even caring, it made me grew closer to him through those six months.

  "Be careful," He said quietly.

  Nodding my head, I turned around and jogged towards the car. Before opening the door, I looked behind, and I felt that oh so familiar feeling in my stomach. In my chest. The kind that puts pressure on your breathing, mixed with that insecurity. Guilt. That feeling was guilt. But instead of going on more about it, I smiled and waved, before walking in the car and suddenly hearing that sudden silence. Like my thoughts immediately got muted.

  I glanced at Dimitri, but he simply just gave a look. An unfamiliar look. I felt like I was taking a risk getting in a car with him after everything that happened. But even though my stomach turned a hundred times, I felt like I trusted him deep down. And that only cleared that mistrust wasn't the reason why I felt different. I kept thinking, maybe we both changed. Maybe feelings changed. But those sparks of electricity, those tremors down my skin whenever he looked at me, that flutter in my heart that his simple voice sent, it told me that nothing what I felt has changed. However, maybe he has.

~

  My head was leaned on the window as millions of thoughts went through my head. My heart somehow caught that nervous rhythm from time to time, and it had only been an hour since we left the house. The guilt that I felt was eating me alive. I had no clue if I would be able to survive through the road trip keeping my silence, because I wanted to wait till we got there. However, it seemed like a long way after all.

  The silence between us was sending those very familiar chills down my spine. The ones I felt when I lied to him back in the castle. And I had to say something. Anything. "Dimitri," I whispered, turning my head towards him, but in response I just got a small 'Mm?'. He was definitely aware of the situation. "Where exactly are we going?"

  "South." He replayed simply.

  "Can you be more exact?" I asked, looking at the road in front of us. "I don't even know where we are right now."

  I heard him inhaling deeply and then glancing over at me. "What is going on with you, Amelia?"

  My eyes slightly widen at his question. He was the one acting weird, not me. "What do you mean?" I looked at him, but his eyes fixed the road again.

  "I mean, you're acting anxious."

  "I'm not." I responded quickly, and in that second got his point. I was anxious. "We never really got the chance to talk." I continued, just wanting to hear that calming voice of him. It seemed like the only cure at that point. I noticed his jaw clenching, sharpening, but he didn't even flinch at my words. "Thank you," I mumbled, trying to get something out of him. Anything. And the nervous feeling in my stomach was only growing. There it was. That quick glance that meant the world to me. "For everything."

  I noticed that familiar gazing in his eyes. That slight frustration, hurt. "I didn't know we were at that point." He mumbled.

  I felt my hand clenching slightly, and I wasn't even aware of it. "What?"

  He exhaled slightly. "It just explains a lot of things." Dimitri said softly, and once again, I felt that knot form in my stomach. The same feeling I felt at the ball. So close, yet so far. "I didn't do it to earn a 'thank you,' from you. I did it from an instinct." I listened, feeling how my eyelids slightly fluttered in order to keep the tears still. "I can't seem to stop." The whole time it seemed like we were expressing unfinished feelings, uncertain emotions, that were most definitely real, yet unexplained.

  I pressed my lips together, looking outside of the window, because if I continued looking at him, I wouldn't have been able to keep myself together. I kept cursing myself for doing what I did. I couldn't seem to forgive myself. Why did you have to drink? I couldn't blame anyone but myself. It was something I did, something that could not be forgiven. My heart felt heavy, and I was perfectly aware that it was going to get heavier when I start explaining to him. But it was something that had to be done. Something that had to be cleared. Just like my feelings for him. I loved him, and I wasn't letting that go over a drunken kiss.

  Dimitri's POV

  "Call me if you get more information." I told Charles over the phone, knowing that he understood.

  Hanging up, I felt myself clenching my fists before I opened the door. Why the hell did I have to get one room for me and Amelia? The motel we were staying at was practically empty. I could've gotten any room I wanted. But instead, once again, I made the same mistake. Drawn myself towards the only person I wasn't supposed to. Because I knew... I knew that once I do, once I feel that closeness with her again, I would forget everything. Forgive everything. And I still didn't feel ready to do that. I needed answers for the night before that only Amelia could give.

  Closing my eyes for a second, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and twisted the knob. It was already around 8 in the afternoon, and ever since we got there, I spent my time talking and discussing things with Charles over the phone, talking to Luke and making plans. Trying to do whatever is possible to keep myself busy. For hours, I didn't want to face her. Now, I simply had to. Pushing the door open, my eyes instinctively wandered around the room, trying to find her. And there she was. Spotted walking towards the bed.

  And when those large hazels of hers looked up, I saw my Amelia. The one I met. The one I knew. That innocent and most vulnerable person I've ever met. And for a second, I thought, 'No, I must be mistaken. I'm crazy to think that', but what if I wasn't. What if something did happen? However, I decided to leave that for the next morning. I noticed her offering a weak smile, but instead of returning it, I walked towards the bed and sat down, leaning my elbows on my knees and keeping my silence. At that point I was lost. Had no clue what to do.

  Glancing towards her, I noticed how she smiled at her phone and continued typing. "Is that him?" I asked without thinking, and the frustration I felt, that anxious feeling, they simply dominated me that night.

  But I instantly felt that warmth over my heart the second she looked at me the way she did. The sparkly ember color shomehow shone that night and it didn't really seem possible to resist it. The green one was swirling along, and it was more edgy. Rude in some kind of way. But that's what I loved about her. That sharp her silence always seemed to hold.

  "Who?" The air touched her pink lips most irresistibly, and the way the dim lighted room illuminated her face, it caused me to push down all my urges to let go the suspicion I felt.

  "Christian." I spat.

  I noticed how her fingers loosened around the phone as her lips slightly parted in shock. "What,- no,"

  "Then who is it?" I asked almost immediately. I saw that slight jump of her body at my raised tone, and I never meant to sound so possessive. But I was. Over her.

  "Sara." She said, leaving the phone on the small wooden table on the side, yet never breaking that intense eye contact with me. By that moment, my hands started trembling by uncertainty, need for answers, and simply that anxious feeling that I knew she felt too. Slowly standing up, I saw that powerlessness in her eyes, heard that guilt in her breaths, and felt that anger in my veins.

  "What the hell happened last night, Amelia?" I asked quietly, yet coldly. The words came out on their own, and I no longer had use from my head. Just my heart.

  I noticed her eyebrows slightly frowning in misunderstanding, but not for a split second I bought that. "What do you mean?" Her voice came out quiet as always, lost in some kind of a guilty echo that only I could hear. My instincts never lied.

  "You know what I mean." I answered standing a few feet across from her. "What the fuck happened between you and Christian?" As my voice came out quiet and certain, my heart was doing the exact same. There were seconds where I wished I didn't feel again, because her eyes started confirming what I felt. What I saw.

  "Nothing," She breathed out, and she lied. She lied to me. That's where we were. Nowhere. However, it seemed like she was talking about something else. Like she meant something else by that.

  I felt myself clenching my jaw, but I knew the glare in my eyes was telling the exact opposite. That desperation was shown. And she knew me well enough to read. "Don't lie to me, Amelia." The words started cutting from the anger that was boiling up. I was practically admitting that she lied. She did. "You know I hate that."

  The dim light from the small lamp on the nightstand illuminated her large eyes perfectly, and I saw how much they sparked with tears. "I'm sorry." She said, her eyelashes flattering and a tear escaping quickly. My legs moved on their own, and at that point I could no longer control the rage I felt for my brother. Because I knew her. I do, I kept telling myself.

  "What happened?" My voice was still quiet, barely above a whisper, but the anger was changing that. However, she kept silent, and just stared at me. We were less than half of feet apart. So close, yet so far away. "What did you do?" I whispered, seeing how her face started blurring slightly from the burning liquid that formed in my eyes. Something I felt multiple times over those six months.

  "Say something, dammit!" I shouted and her small figure jumped in surprise. And those desperate teardrops that made her somehow look eve more perfect to me. She was crying, her heart was hammering against her chest so loudly that I almost felt scared on what happened. The thought was killing me. "I'm losing my mind, Amelia. I'm going fucking insane." My loud voice echoed, but she just looked down.

  "I kissed him." She said. My mind wasn't aware of her words at first, but as they processed, I felt myself furrowing my eyebrows in misunderstanding. I knew something like that happened. But her? I was expecting something like that from my brother, but from her? I stared at her for a few seconds, speechless. My chest was tightening, my breathing heavy, and I wasn't believing my own ears. It cannot be true. "I'm sorry," She whispered through a slight sob.

  What was I to say? What was I to do? "You kissed him," I repeated, and no, it still didn't sound right.

  "Dimitri," She whispered my name, a few tears covering her lips, and I couldn't seem to take my eyes of her. I stared, and I was in shock. I had no clue what to thing. "I,-I drank before, and then we talked, and," Her words seemed to cut from her sobs, her breathing heavy and unsteady as she tried taking in all the air she could get in order to explain. But I didn't want to listen. Yet I stayed still.

  My mind at this point... It was blank. Just her. Just her. Nothing but her. Yet so corrupted. So uncertain. What happened? I only felt her hands moving, trembling, making a line up my shoulders as she soon placed them on my face. Mine instantly moved on her waist, just so I can feel her closer. And my desperation was beyond. She straighten up, leaning in as she moved towards my lips. My eyes followed her moves, so close, god so close. And I needed more. Yet I was still in shock. I was half feeling, half not.

  "I'm sorry," She whispered against my lips, shaking her head slightly. The sobs and sniffs coming out were desperate and so was I. I was pulling her closer with my hands, yet my whole body wanted to reject. But couldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She repeated, and we stayed like that for a few seconds, just a few, till I felt that reality hit me. Still half aware, I placed my hands over hers that were resting on my face and moved them downwards, trying to release myself from her touch. From that sensation it sent.

  And I did it. I managed to let her go, taking a few steps backwards. "Dimitri, don't," She said quietly, standing frozen on her spot as I turned around towards the door. "Please." I had nothing in intention to do. She had no need to beg. But I needed distance. Desperately. "Dimitri," She repeated, and I turned around slowly just before I reached the knob.

  "Stay inside, Amelia. It's not safe out there." I warned, and I wasn't sure if it was from me, or from others. Her lips parted to respond, but I cut her off. "Just listen to me for once!" I yelled, and I needed her to listen. To obey. Otherwise, I had no clue what my free mind might do, what others might, and her safety was the last thing I could think of that night. So corrupted. So broken. It's like the world shattered over my shoulders, and I couldn't breathe.

  Leaving the room, I shut the door loudly and started walking somewhere. Anywhere. Inhaling deeply, I ran a hand through my hair, and I felt like breaking something. And I knew it was a good thing I left. Because I couldn't stand seeing her and knowing what happened. What she did. What my brother did. No matter how much I doubted him, hurting her, even killing her, I never thought that he would go so far. My mind was racing. My heart too. The pictures in front of me were blurring, and the only thing I knew is that I loved her. I loved her and I cursed myself millions of times for that.

  However, what happened that night was never supposed to. What I did that night was my worst mistake. Something I never meant, something that shouldn't have never even been thought of. At that point there was no her in my mind, there was me, and my feelings. Broken feelings. And I broke my promises to her. Broke everything I vowed for. And what I prayed for after that night, it was only her love. Her back.

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Guys, I think this one was a bit emotional, don't you agree? I ship Ametri so much, and I do believe in first love. In the next chap, I'll put Amelia's POV (more detailed) and explain how she felt, a bit better than in this one. I felt like we all wanted to know how Dimitri felt when he found out, so that's why I spent good 7 pages on his POV. And there we go... More drama and a small cliffhanger. Sorry!
Thanks so much for getting so far with the story! I know it's always extra long. Oopsies! Ly all <3 Kisses :*