When Alex and I arrive at the cabin, appearing seemingly out of thin air in the middle of the living room, I land on my feet with experienced grace while Alex's hand quickly slips out of mine and he crashes to the floor, tumbling into the front of the couch with a dull thud. Brows furrowed, I tilt my head slightly as I watch him roll onto his back with a groan, arms spread out at his sides.

"You could've warned me," he grumbles, huffing out an annoyed breath that blows a few fiery curls from his forehead.

"I could've, but where's the fun in that?" I retort sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes, he sits up, resting his back against the couch as he scans over the interior of the room curiously.

"This is a nice place," he comments, dark rust colored eyebrows raising slightly as his eyes linger over the large glass windows that display the slowly darkening sky.

"Yes, it is, so try not to break anything while i'm gone," I say, a stern tone laced into my voice.

His brows quickly pull together as his eyes snap back to me, shooting me a puzzled expression.

"Where you goin'?" he asks confusedly, his accent from many lifetimes in New York becoming prominent.

"There's someone else I need to talk too. It'll only take a few minutes." I answer. In an instant, like a distinguished flame, I once again disappear from the living room.

My feet fall flat against a black and white tile floor as I appear in an all too familiar small shop decorated in jewelry and bushy, green plants. Eyes scanning over the entirety of the room, I take note of the white blinds that are shut tight, covering the large single window, and the sign on the door that reads 'Closed'.

I look to the rack displaying many necklaces, a different thin chain or strip of black fabric hanging from each small hook to support the individual ornaments of metal jewelry. A random bare hook, breaking the organized consistency, reminds me of the first time I was here, and makes the cool metal of small black wings painfully obvious against my skin in its spot hidden just below the neckline of my shirt.

The thumping, rhythmic sound of a heartbeat greets my ears, breaking through my thoughts from its origin at the back of the store.

I start cautiously in the direction of the heartbeat, rounding the long counter that marks where most shoppers stop. My footsteps are silent as I get closer, eventually turning into a narrow, short hallway that leads to a single doorway at the very end. The entrance of the room is hidden behind a curtain of orange beads that jingle and bump against eachother as I gently push them aside with my fingertips.

I step in slowly, my eyes swiftly moving over my surroundings. The square room, lit by multicolored soft lights, is relatively small with majority of its space being taken up by two long bookshelves that cover adjacent walls, leaving a bed, nightstand, and desk to fill the rest of the room. The dark wooden shelves are adorned with miscellaneous boxes, knickknacks, and books, some of which are radiating with faint power or are surrounded by strong auras.

As I stand stiffly, searching the room with my eyes, a door to my left abruptly pops open before Amy casually strides out, unaware of my presence. Suddenly, her body gets tense, feet freezing in place when her widening eyes snap to my frame. She lets out an immediate gasp, rapidly searching my face before her attention falls on my gray, bloodstained shirt visible beneath my unzipped jacket.

"W- What are you doing here? What happened?" she sputters out, quickly coming to stand in front of me, eyes glued to the drying blood that mostly belongs to Alex. "Are you okay?" she asks, a hint of panic seeping into her voice.

I shake my head dismissively before saying, "I'm fine. Most of it isn't even mine."

Her eyes grow comically wide as they slowly slide back up to meet mine.

"Did you kill someone?" she whispers hesitantly as if she's afraid to hear the answer.

My face twists in confusion and quickly I say, "What? No, of course not!"

"Oh, thank god," she breathes, releasing some of the tension from her shoulders.

"He's still alive, and this isn't the first place I would come if I just killed someone," I add matter-of-factly.

"What?" she screeches, muscles returning to their tense state.

I wave her off before saying, "Never mind. That's not what this is about."

Her scrutinizing deep brown eyes linger on my shirt before she looks back over my features.

"Okay," she draws slowly. "So, if you're fine and you didn't kill anyone, then why are you here?"

"I need to ask you something," I respond vaguely, eyes flicking over the room behind her.

She shoots me a quizzical look and I can practically hear the concerned questions flitting through her mind.

"What is it?" she responds, thin eyebrows knitting together.

"Not here," I say quickly with another shake of my head. "You need to come back to my house with me."

Her eyes narrow suspiciously and her body leans away from mine. "You're not going to kill me right?" she question suddenly.

"No!" I shout quickly, my voice coming out much louder than I intended it to. "Why do you think I'm gonna kill someone?"

"You're a very angry person, and you have that... look in your eye like you want to kill someone." she answers, gesturing to my face with a wave of her hand. "You should try meditation. I hear it can do wonders for residual anger."

"Residual anger," I mock under my breath with a scoff. Grumbling more words of annoyance, I reach out to grip her wrist and transport us back to the cabin quickly.

I make sure to maintain my firm grip around her arm to ensure that she doesn't land the same way Alex did as we appear in front of the fire place.

Immediately, my attention falls on the troublesome vampire leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room. His eyes are glued to Amy's frame as soon as she appears beside me.

Amy lets out a small gasp, wide eyes frantically flicking over the interior of the room before she asks, "Where the hell are we?"

I tug my hand from her vice like grip and stride toward the coffee table where I pick up a glass of cold water.

Most people often feel nauseous, lightheaded, and disoriented the first time that they're transported and the dazed look in Amy's eyes tell me that she isn't an exception.

"My house," I answer flatly as I hand her the glass in the hopes that it will help with any lingering side affects.

"Thank you," she mumbles quietly before gulping down a few sips. When she pulls the glass away, her eyes land on Alex who has a smirk plastered to his face as he watches her closely.

"Hello, Witch," Alex greets with a mischievous glint gleaming in his eyes, pushing off of the wall and taking a few steps in our direction.

"Vampire," Amy bites out distastefully while I take the glass from her, eyes narrowing into slits. "I've never really cared for your kind."

Alex clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before replying, "We're impossibly charming and devilishly good looking. What's not to like?"

"It's usually your deceptive, backstabbing nature that I don't like," Amy retorts, folding her arms over her chest with her jaw set.

Alex's grin only widens, enjoying the challenge that Amy is providing. After a few moments of tense silence while their eyes stay locked in a silent battle, she turns to me with a huff.

"You didn't say anything about vampires before you kidnapped me," she remarks, tone firm.

"I didn't kidnap you," I respond casually, rolling my eyes. "And just ignore him. He enjoys pissing people off."

Alex lets out a scoff that I take no notice of, keeping my attention focused solely on Amy.

"Why am I here then?" Amy questions, cocking an eyebrow at me.

"She wants you to fight with us," Alex says, the smirk audible in his voice.

Amy briefly glances at him before looking back to me with a quizzical expression. A long sigh escapes my lips as I pull my ripped, bloody jacket off before I begin explaining the current situation and why Amy's help could be so useful.