My Immortal Love *Being Rewritten*

Back in Hell

As soon as I knew for sure that I was conscious again, I knew I had been changed again. There was that feeling of pent up strength and power, my accurate senses picking up everything in the room, and most of all, the horrible thirst.

I knew I was in Dimitri's bedroom. I remembered the silk comforter perfectly. I knew that it was blood red, and I knew that many things had happened in it.

I opened my eyes and sat up, inspecting what I was wearing. A black lingerie nightgown that extended just below my butt and a long-sleeved kimono-like bathrobe that was the same length. A tiny button was holding the front in a v-neck dip that showed off my cleavage way too much for my liking.

I immediately leaped off the bed with my vampire speed, lunging for the door, but I was yanked back by the foot.

I fell short, just out of reach of the door.

I looked back frantically, seeing a tiny silver-colored chain attached to a cuff around my ankle, which was clamped to the foot of the bed. It was long enough to reach the edges of the room, but no farther.

I yanked at it, trying to break it, then hissed in pain and dropped it. Where I had held it, my skin grew red and the skin rose a bit, like I had been branded.

"It's made of silver." I heard a soft voice whisper from across the room.

I looked up and saw Drea.

But it didn't look like her. She was huddled in a corner, a silver chain trailing from the bed to her ankle. Her hair was a curly mess on her head in some sort of messy bun. She wore a crimson outfit similar to mine, but she looked so small curled up with her knees to her chest.

"Drea?" I whispered, crawling over to her. She looked up, and I saw that her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks wet with tears.

I hugged her, and she hugged me back. The grief of Darius' murder and Dimitri's cruelty slammed into me, and I started to sob with her.

We were doomed. We were never going to escape. One of us was going to die, and Dimitri would make it be at our own hand.

"Drea, Alivia." I heard Dimitri interrupt our heart to heart sob fest.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice thick. "Haven't you done enough? Why can't you just leave us alone?"

He looked pained. "Alivia-"

"Just stop!" I yelled, standing up in front of Drea. "Shut up! Stop pretending you're sorry!"

"Alivia, don't yell at me like that-"

"Shut up!" I screamed, and lunged for him, my anger making and appearance and peaking before I could do anything to try and control myself.

He stepped to the side, dodging me, but his arm shot out and caught me around the waist and then locking me to him.

He held me while I thrashed and screamed, Drea sobbing the whole time and pleading with me to stop.

"Alivia, stop. You're making Drea upset-"

"I'm making her upset?! You're the one making her upset! Look at her! Look at me!" I screeched, struggling some more.

Dimitri looked at her and then seemed guilty. He had to be bipolar or something. One minute he's relishing murdering my mate like the sadist he is and then he's trying to spill the "I'm sorry" excuse. Typical.

I stopped struggling, since I wasn't getting anywhere, but for my credit I elbowed him and he hunched a little bit. Yeah, you tool. Feel the wrath of Alivia.

He released me and I immediately darted away to sit next to Drea.

"What are you going to do to us?" Drea sobbed.

Dimitri crouched down next to us, and I shuddered away. Drea, however, didn't. I noticed she was staring straight into his eyes, which had darkened many shades to a stormy grey.

Oh no.

"Drea, snap out of it!" I said frantically, shaking her, but her eyes never strayed from Dimitri's. He was controlling her now.

I gave up and leaned back away from her, feeling betrayed. Dimitri had taken everything from me. My home, family, mate, my whole life, and now he was taking my only friend. Sadist bastard.

"Drea?" He murmured.

"Yes, Master?" She replied, sounding dazed.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." And with that she pressed herself to him and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, but soon gently pushed her away.

He turned his gaze to me, staring into my eyes. I knew what he was trying to do, and I also knew it wouldn't work this time.

I punched him straight in the face. His head tilted back a little, but other than that, no reaction.

Until he grabbed me and started dragging me towards the bed.

"Drea!" I screamed. "Help me!"

A flicker of recognition sparked in her eyes, but it was dulled by Dimitri's voice telling her, "Stay there." She obliged, sitting there with a blank expression.

Dimitri threw me onto the bed. I immediately leaped off the other side, instantly appearing by the door and ripping it open. He hadn't locked it.

I threw myself so hard out the door that the chain snapped, and I shot down the hallways like a bullet, going as fast as I could go.

I ran unknowingly in all different directions, losing my way, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed to get away from Dimitri. I had to get out of here.

The next thing I knew, I slammed into a rock-hard body.

I bounced back and fell on my back, the air being knocked right out of my lungs.

I rolled over on my stomach, groaning, then coughing, then groaning again.

"I get so annoyed when you do this." Dimitri muttered, pulling me up off the ground and dragging me down the hallways again.

"That's my purpose in life." I grumbled. "To annoy the hell out of you."

"Believe me, I know." He snapped at me, and yanked me roughly a little farther.