My Immortal Love *Being Rewritten*

Narrow Escape

"Alivia! Where were you?" Drea chastised me when I got to the room. I had asked the person at the front desk where our room was, and had taken my time getting there.

"Nowhere." I said nonchalantly, sitting on he edge of one of the hotel's comfy beds with a velvet comforter. So comfy!

"God, I'm bored." I said.

"If by bored you mean terrified." Drea muttered, sitting in Romano's lap with her back to his chest and his arms around her waist. He rested his chin in her shoulder, a comforting expression on his face.

"It's almost sunset. We'll have to get ready." He said.

"Yep." I got up and went over to the backpack I had brought and put on the extra set of clothes I had brought, throwing my others in the trash. They were covered in Vera's blood, and I never wanted to see them again.

I quickly pulled on the black yoga pants, grey yoga tank top (when you were fighting, you had to be able to move freely, so yoga clothes were an obvious choice), and zipped up my purple jacket. It was going to get pretty cold.

I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and glanced out the window. The sky was lilac and orange, the beautiful colors staining the sky. The sun was a pale yellow half circle on the horizon. It was time to go.

We went back outside. We were armed with guns with real wooden bullets, wooden stakes, silver-bladed pocket knives, and vials of holy water. We had dried wolfsbane, too, and had rosaries around our necks. Everything we needed to protect ourselves against Dimitri.

"I always thought silver and wolfsbane were for werewolves." Drea mused.

"It works on vampires, too." Romano told her.

We drove to the edge of the village, and we found the cottage.

I slouched in the backseat, my head poking out in view so I could see what was outside.

It was a decrepit house, falling apart and having a haunted appearance like the rest of the village. It made me sick thinking that I would have to go in there.

Then I saw him.

Dimitri leaned against the doorframe of the entrance, looking at us with his arms crossed and a grim expression on his face. I was utterly terrified. Seeing him in my dream was one thing, but thinking that I would have to talk to him in person scared me even more than he had scared me in my sleep.

"Here goes nothing." Drea muttered, getting out of the car. I followed her slowly, trying to stall and think of a way to get out of this. I wasn't having any luck.

Then I remembered that it was me who had chosen to come here, no one else. Of course, Dimitri had threatened me so it was under duress, but still, I'm the one who gave in. I couldn't chicken out now.

So, I squared my shoulders. It was time to do this.

I approached the rotted porch with Drea, and Dimitri held up his hand to tell us to stop.

"You know I won't be able to even focus with all that crap on you, right?"

I froze, suddenly nervous. "What?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "You know what I mean. The holy rosaries and the wolfsbane and shit.

I nodded, but Drea completely exploded.

"Are you crazy? You expect us to go with you inside this damn place and trust you not to hurt us without any type of protection?"

"Basically." When we didn't say anything, he added on, "I promise that no harm will come to you. I just want to talk."