The Story of Lilla Rosa Lahote.

chapter seven

I've always hated shopping. I preferred walks along the beach or finding out historical things. You know, things normal teenage girls don't like. Well to be perfectly honest... I am not exactly normal. 

Me and Demitri have done the food shopping, now we are on clothes and accessories shopping.

"Okay, now I think we should play a game" I suggested. I was bored of shopping now. This is enough shopping for one day for me. Maybe more next week... maybe even month... pushing it to a year. 

"And that game would be, darling?" Demitri asked politely, as we made out way over to some seats in the shopping mall. 

"Twenty questions. you as me twenty questions and vise versa. We take it in turns." I smiled over to him as he sat down next to me. He nodded with a thoughtful look. 

"Okay, I'll go first then" he smirked. I nodded, encouraging him to continue. 

"When did you realize you was a witch?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. Of course he would want to know that. Everyone who knows I am a witch always asks that one question first. 

"The first time I found out I could see and speak to the dead" i replied bluntly. His eyes widened at that. As every one else who knows.

"How old was you?" He asked shocked. 

"My turn for a question. Did you forget?" I giggled a little. He shook his head. "When i was nine i died. I could see everything happening around my body but i didn't know what was happening. I tried shouting to let my family know i was alright but they couldn't here me. I saw someone... she was walking over to me. My grams. My moms mother. She helped me with everything i know now. Spells. Why i could see and speak to the dead. Just as she was about to tell me something i came back to life." I explained to him. He listened to every word intensely. He had a look of sadness in his bright red eyes.

"You died at such a young age, love. I am sorry, I shouldn't of asked that question." he said placing his hand on top of my knee gently. It was comforting. I smiled reassuringly at Demitri. 

"Anyway lets change the subject. When did you change into a vampire?" I asked. He looked intensely at me and then looked around. 

"Come on. I will tell you in the car. Public places are not exactly best for these conversations. Too many prying human ears, don't you think?" he smiled a little. Not a smirk, an actual smile. 

I nodded and we picked up our many clothes bags and headed towards the car in comfortable silence.

Once in the car and had all the bags packed into the boot and the back seats we made our way out of the parking lot. 

"So, your change into a vampire... when?" i asked, glancing at demitri. 

"It was many many years ago. Probably 1200s, i cant remember. As you grow older you forget your human life. I was changed by Amun. The Egyptian coven leader. He trained me, helped me with my gift, acting as my role model and father. Still to this day i do not know why he took pity in my dying human self, but he did, saying he saw potential" Demitri explained. I touched his hand gently before removing my hand and placing it back in my lap. 

"So you are a very old man from Egypt." I summarized. I caught him roll his eyes  at my stupidity. 

"Well if you see it that way, love. But let me correct you... I am actually from Greece" he smirked. I rolled my eyes. "my turn i see... if you wanted would you become a vampire?" 

I shook my head. "There is no need, Demetri. I'm immortal. I have reached the age of immortality. I do not know why, my grams never was immortal. Maybe it is the wolf gene running through my veins that is dormant, or maybe my grams put a spell on me. But i dont know. However if i had the choice of becoming a vampire, i would need something that would be worth living forever for." i smiled at him. He nodded, understanding me. i looked out the window and noticed we are not going back to the volturi. 

"Where are we going?" A asked. 

"My secret get away, hideaway... whatever you would like to call it. Only Aro knows of this place. And now you." He explained. I nodded.