Taken into the Unknown (Complete)

Worth the Trade

It's short, but I needed to do this because I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL BE UPDATING NEXT.

CHAPTER 28: Worth the trade

Damon POV

                “This stupid girl is more trouble than she’s worth,” I muttered to myself as I agilely sped through the mountain, looking for traces of tire tracks or any sort of clue of where she had gone. Luckily, there was only one main paved route for Alaure to have gone through. She wouldn’t drive through any back roads and if she did, the BMW would be stuck. I swear, when I get my hands on her, if there’s a single dent, a single scratch on there, I’m going to ship her off to the cruelest man I can find.

This was probably the riskiest and craziest thing I had ever done, kidnapping a girl and keeping her with me.  It was silly of me to think she would remember anything she heard the night she was brought in. What if I didn’t hear her right when she was mumbling? Maybe I was just overly paranoid. She was so heavily drugged up anyways it was unlikely for her to remember anything. I wonder if it was done on purpose though. And if so, then how and by who? I shook the thought out of my head. I was over thinking this.

The distance was impossibly long. I felt like I was driving on a treadmill or something, not getting anywhere. Estimating the time and speed Alaure had been driving compared to my speed and time I knew there would be a little over an hour before I caught up to her. I smirked at the thought of the look on her face when she realized I had caught her. Dumb girl. I told her she wouldn’t be able to escape, but I guess I had to admire her stupid determination. It was getting on my nerves though. She was so hard headed, stubborn.

I thought about what Bax had told me I had done to Alaure the night of the party and I instantly felt a pang of guilt. Quickly, I pushed it away as if it never happened. I couldn’t be emotional. Emotions were weakness. It had gotten to me once and it wouldn’t happen again. Alaure had already wormed far too deep into my past and I couldn’t allow her to get any further…but…I…she reminded me of Chloe so much. They were VERY different…yet very similar in a way I couldn’t pin point.

My thoughts were suddenly wiped away the moment I saw some heavy skid marks in the snow. It was rather odd. The marks were fairly deep despite the snow. They weren’t entirely fresh, that I was sure of from the lack of detail, but they were definitely significant. I slowed even more to a gentle roll and followed the skid marks. Turning the sharp corner, the rail become clearly visible, causing me to slam on the breaks. It was completely destroyed as if it were just a flimsy wire that had been cut though.

Oh.Shit. Please don’t be what I think this is.

I stopped the car in a safe place, zipped up my jacket, slipped on my gloves, and got out. Carefully, I walked over to the edge and peered over the rail. Shit. Shit. Shit! I rubbed my hand over my eyes and forehead and through my hair, hoping it would all just disappear. That was my car down there, crumbled up like aluminum foil, upside down. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to believe it. When the situation finally soaked in, I made my way over to the edge and found some untainted snow and slowly slid down the steep side. There were glass shards everywhere, a broken tree, and scrap metal. It was a mess.

I gulped and ran over to the driver’s side of the car, terrified of what I might see. I flung the door open, yanking it off its hinges easily. Crouching down there was Alaure, still trapped under her seatbelt. Her face was matted with red and brown, covered in damp dirt mixed with drying blood. Thankfully she hadn’t been crushed under the impact. I slipped my glove off and pressed my fingers to her carotid artery and found a weak pulse. I sighed in relief.