Rejected Love {COMPLETED}

21- Grandma!!

Kane's POV:

I slammed my fist into the wall nearby, filled with rage. It was him. Again. Elijah. The one who ruined my life all those years ago and was now back to do it again. His unhealthy obsession with me was irking me to the core of my heart and I so badly wanted to rip his head off his neck.

Hannah was awake now and was yelling at Bryson to let her inform the police at once. Her best friend had been kidnapped and she had no idea who could've done it. I felt kind of sorry for her. She had no idea who to ask for help and how.

“Why aren't we contacting the police yet?” she demanded, arms crossed over her chest.

And tell them what? That a vampire, who's crazy obsessed with me and wants that crystal back that I took from him just to kill me and my friend?

I was wondering what to do next. I couldn't smell Sya out because her scent would've fainted out by now. And so would have Elijah's.

“Hannah baby, listen,” Bryson began, grabbing her by the shoulders. “You know how useless the police is. They're going to start in the wrong direction and will only end up blaming us. We must think this through.”

“Is there something you guys are hiding from me?” she asked, looking at him with a half-angry, half-worried expression.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my eyes. How the heck is he going to convince her?

“Uh, the thing is, we do have a faint idea who took her,” Bryson explained gently. “We just need confirmation and she'll be safe I promise you.”

Hannah didn't say anything after that but plopped down on the couch, her head in her hands.

Seeing her hair and hands reminded me of someone.

Stella!

She could help us. Gosh, I'm such an idiot for not having thought of this before. I gave Bryson a look, conveying to him that I was going out. He nodded in understanding and I dashed outside, using my super inhuman speed. The forest trees all became a blur to me as I desperately tore through them.

Hold on for a bit more Sya. Just a bit more.

Moonlight shone through the thick branches of the extremely old trees. Behind their long, finger-like branches, I saw the tiny witch house. Tiny puffs of smoke rose up from the chimney over the yellow-bricked house.

I skidded to a stop outside the front door with excruciating effort. If it were up to me, I would've broken the door and practically flown to Stella. But I refrained from putting her through the trouble of cleaning the mess and getting a new door.

I didn't knock though and straight up pushed it open, running inside.

“Stella! I need your-"

I stopped short when I saw an old lady, about the size of a tiny couch, standing outside the kitchen door and throwing daggers at me with her eyes. It was Stella's grandmother.

The woman hated me and she had made that crystal clear when I first came here after being converted.

--Flashback--

I felt something soft beneath me. Like a mattress. Was I on a bed? Wasn't I dead? Was this heaven? I couldn't tell. What I could tell, though, was that nothing in my body hurt. Not my arms, not my legs, and definitely not my neck. I heard faint voices and people whispering. So, I really wasn't dead. It sounded like an argument between a boy and a woman.

"Are you in your right mind, Bryson?! Why would you bring the boy here? I will never allow it! He will become a threat to humans, just like that Elijah!” she snarled, spitting his name as if he was the most disgusting being to exist. I guess she hated him a lot.