About Time (Demetri/OC){UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 2

Silence settled around us. They wanted me to speak first that much was clear. "Hannah, my name is Hannah." I watched the traffic casually saunter forward. We'd been on the road for about five minutes now. The man next to me wasn't breathing, that much was obvious. He smelt good, looked good... Everything about him was enticing, there was no other way to describe it: his aesthetic, his voice, even his smell.

He exhaled. "It is a pleasure to-"

"Cut the crap and just get on with it," I snapped.

The man looked taken aback as his lips drew back to reveal polished white teeth. Gorgeous lips. Whoa, what the hell was I thinking? "Demetri," he grinned, again he didn't inhale.

"I would say its nice to meet you, but..." I sighed. "In these circumstances it isn't."

"She's truthful, isn't she?" Jane spoke. Obviously I had disappeared altogether now. Non-existent to these... I had no idea who they were. Or what they were.

"Quite blunt, yes." His voice was so... No, I was not thinking that. "It's a shame, it'll just get her into trouble. Maybe even killed."

"I'm still here," I muttered, poking their knees. Their hard knees. What the hell? No human's flesh could be that hard, it was impossible...

"I am well aware," Jane hissed, nostrils flaring.

"Temper, temper," I hissed back.

Her black eyes met mine. "You'll regret that."

"I'm so scared," I laughed. Why was I laughing? Maybe the situation hadn't really hit me yet, I mean I still had no clue what exactly was going on right now. What deal had Becky struck with these people? Were they the Italian mafia? Possibly. Whoever they were, they were definitely dangerous. That much I knew.

"But you're not scared. Far from it." Ruby eyes met mine. Demetri.

"Is everything okay back there?" The cabby glanced at us through the mirror. He had been doing so for the entire journey, he seemed on edge, constantly watching the pair in the back with me. Did he know something I didn't know?

"We're fine," I smiled. "Going to a fancy dress party."

"Oh, I see," he nodded his head. "What are you dressed as?"

"Well, Demetri here is a zombie groom and Jane is a zombie nun, and I'm a vampire hunter in disguise," I smirked. I swear I could have heard Jane hiss.

"Very good," the taxi driver laughed before focusing his attention back on the road. His face lit up suddenly. "Going to kill any vampires?"

"No."

"Why?" Jane asked me, switching to English.

"I don't have any reason to kill them, do I?" I laughed again. "Besides, they don't exist."

The two tensed next to me.

"But they murder the innocent." The taxi driver honked his horn as someone pulled out on us. "They deserve to go to Hell."

I could have sworn I heard both of them growl.

"Mmmm.. But the thing is, is there truly a purely innocent person?" I looked out at the night hustle; couples, families and loners. The city lights highlighting their features, their flaws. "No one is innocent, you can't tell me no one has thought of killing, revenge or hurting someone else, can you? Besides I forgot my stake and matchsticks."

Silence filled the car, again. I could feel Demetri watching me. It was unsettling to say the least. Both of them sitting completely still, barely breathing. Inhuman. That's what best described the pair in the car with me.