Dealing With A Vampire

9.

I want to apologize for the delay, and I want to apologize that this is a teeny bit of a filler chapter! I originally wrote this with Mila x Sam at the bar... but it didn't feel quite right! I wanted a little more of Dillon, a goodbye if you wish.

Happy reading! Don't forget to comment all your thoughts and feelings!xx

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"SAM!" I scream, "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

My plan to drive to The Garage was great, until I realized that by the time I got there, it was past close for a weeknight. The bar had already locked for an hour.

Pounding the flat edge of my fist against the solid gray door, my wrist began to ache. My eyes hurt, and fear crawled down my spine knowing I was out in the open, completely exposed near the forest next door. There might not have been any people in the parking lot for the bar, but I couldn't count on there being no vampires in Satan's Maze.

I had a "weapon" of half-used mace, no phone, and nowhere to run at this point. With one last slam of my fist, a sob breaks from my chest as tears begin rolling down my cheeks. I slide to my knees, forehead falling against the door of the bar.

At this point, I don't care how dirty the door is. I don't care about the loose gravel cutting into my knees. I realize now through the panic of being targeted again that I want to live. And I want to live with my sister, our mother. I want to live so I can watch them grow old, and share countless more memories with them.

It was stupid of me to refuse Sam's help twice now. My mom always says that my own stubbornness will be my downfall, and here we are. I just don't want to deal with this anymore. No more vampires, clans, and especially no more blood-sucking assholes.

I'm tired of thinking of Dillon and our dead relationship, too. In any other situation, we would've broken up and I would have avoided him like the plague. I wish I could pretend that he doesn't exist. Though maybe unintentionally, he had royally fucked over my 'now', and potentially the rest of my life.

Knowing my time is running short, I gently tap my forehead against the door in frustration. I wasn't sure if I'd been kneeling in front of the locked bar for three minutes or an hour. Cyril's vampire would be here any minute, I better at least go to my car and start driving—

With one last tap of my forehead, the door creaks open before me. Losing my balance, I fall forward and my upper body crashes into a pair of legs that stand in front of me.

I look up to see Dillon frowning. Jumping up immediately, my arms instinctively wrap around his neck as I pull him into a tight hug.

"Thank God," I cry into his neck, relief washing over me.

After a moment he pulls me closer to him, our bodies pressing tightly together. For a few seconds, this feels right again. He smells different than he normally does, slightly coppery. Dillon gently rests his chin on top of my head as we fall into old habits.

"Mila..." He speaks quietly, barely whispering my name.

I squeeze in tighter, just for a breath. I forgot how good it feels to be held, even if it's in the arms of someone I could no longer trust. He'd done something unforgivable and sealed the grim fate of our relationship when he attacked me.

The memory flashes quickly in my mind and I reflexively let go of him, the moment now sour.

"One of Cyril's men showed up at the apartment," I started breathlessly, "I had to come down the fire escape to draw him away from Maeve." My explanation sounds forced.