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chapter fourteen. . . rightful premonition
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THE BLACK MERCEDES BENZ pulled up at the Hotel DuMort, where her and her friends saved her best friend from vampire for the first time. Malia had been following the navigator, which lead her directly to the building that abandoned and continued to be untouched by mundanes as vampires lived and hid inside. As she pulled her eyes away from the Hotel DuMort, she questioned if the navigator had led her in the right direction. But as the screen was dark, proving it to be off, she wondered what she had been listening to. There was a voice that took her directly to the Hotel DuMort and it didn't add up.
The brunette had swung open her car door, needing to take a minute to gather her thoughts. As her heels smacked the ground she had slammed the car door behind her, as her mind continued to spin from what had happened in the matter of seconds.
Malia backed away from the car just as she felt a hand on her shoulder causing her to quickly turn around as loose strands of hair fell into face with pure panic. "Malia?" Raphael, the vampire she didn't think she'd encounter again stood before her, confused with her sudden arrival to the hotel. "W-What are you doing here?"
The girl swallowed the lump in her throat as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I was looking for Simon, and I was so sure my navigator was on..." Raphael's brows furrowed questioning what was running through the Adams' mind as she tried to explain herself, but it just didn't make sense, and nor did it make sense to her. "Wait. Is Simon here?"
Raphael's head bowed. "Malia..." Malia's head shook, before she had brushed past the vampire to rush into the Hotel DuMort. "You can't do that." He exclaimed.
Malia had chosen to ignore what Raphael had to say. The feeling that pitted in her stomach had grown and the voices were harsher as she stepped into the door. The vampire kept to speed with the banshee who reached to where she had found Simon laying on the couch limp. A shaky breath escaped her lips as her hurried approach slowed to where she watched over her best friend who didn't flinch with the sound of her heels.
Tears clouded her vision as she tried her best to think that there was not a chance that Simon could be dead. But she didn't even have to check his pulse, because the whispers that came from where she stood hit her like a heatwave. "Oh, God." Malia slowly fell to her knees as she rested a hand on Simon's hand, already feeling the sudden coldness. "Oh, God. What happened? What have you done?"
"It was Camille." Raphael stated causing Malia to let out a shaky breath to keep in her sobs and the anger she felt. "He came back. He wanted more of her blood and she killed him. He came back like an addict."
