Torn between two

Chapter 23

Dunya’s POV

Elijah’s been calling non-stop all day, he even sent Mr. Whitlock to pick me up after work. I need time and space. This is huge and I need to process. On the maybe hundredth time he called, I finally answered. “Please stop calling, I need time to think this through. I will come to your place on Friday, only if you stop calling and texting! Bye.” and I shut the phone, before he could answer. Okay, Friday, I can manage to think this through till then.

I decided to walk home, as I really needed to sort my thoughts and it is a really beautiful day. How is this even happening to me? I’m 27, and I find out vampires are real? And it’s interested in me? Why the hell? I need to make a long list of questions for him, there’s no way I’m going to feel comfortable around him before he answers every single one.

Am I going to feel comfortable around him anymore? When I said I loved him, I really meant it. I really do love him, even when we’ve known each other for such a short time. And he’s always treated me well and oh God the s*x!

I’ve gotten over the initial shock at this point, even though my dream or should I say my nightmare haunts me still. I managed to sleep a little better last night, but I kept waking up at the tiniest sounds I heard. As if this situation wasn’t bad enough, I kept thinking about Kristopher and what he might do next. I really had to do something about that too, I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I had to tell someone, to ask for advice at least.

Just when I turn the corner to my apartment, I see Layla and Amelia standing there, waiting for me.

“Hi, what are you guys doing here?” I ask as I walk to them.

“We thought that we’d surprise you!” Layla hugs me “Amelia just came back here today!” Now Amelia hugs me.

“I wish you’d called me first... I have some things to do.” I say apologetically.

“You can do it later, come on.” Amelia grabs my hand and leads me to the car. “We’re going to a spa. Everything's booked and paid for, for all three of us.” I frown at her words. I really don’t like it when people pay for me.

Layla sees my face “It’s paid, so, you have to go!” She jumps to the driver's seat. I roll my eyes and go to the back seat, only to be pushed by Amelia. “I’ll sit in the back.” She smiles.

We head to a big spa called Hilton and head inside. Layla goes to the reception and soon we’re guided to a private room. “What exactly are we doing here?” I ask them.

“Well, massages, facials, mud baths and then we’ll just enjoy ourselves in the pool area.” Layla says with a smirk.

“You could’ve told me before we left, I don’t have any swimwear.” I roll my eyes.

“It’s okay, I bought you a new set.” she hands me a pair of black bikinis, with gold details, right my size.

“Layla, really?” I massage my temples. “These look super expensive.”

“Well, we’re super rich and I wanted to buy them for you.” she says with a smirk. “Daniel picked them.” she continues making me blush scarlet red. They both chuckle at my reaction.

After maybe three hours of treatments, we finally go to relax at the pool area. I jump in to the jacuzzi and they follow behind me. We talked a lot during our treatments and I got to know Amelia better. She’s really nice and beyond wise. We got along really well.

“I got to admit, as much as I hate you two paying for all of these, this is exactly what I needed.”

“We thought so. This could be our weekly tradition.” Layla grins.

“NO! You’re not doing this again!” I yell at her a little too loudly. “I mean, I’m paying for myself next time!”

“Yes, Luna.” Layla bows her head. Umm, what?

“What did you just call me? I’ve heard that before.” I try to think where I'd heard it. Mickael!

“It’s just a nickname.” Amelia quickly responds looking annoyed at Layla.

“I heard it yesterday, Mickael called me that.” I furrow my brows.

“So, Dunya. Now that you’re relaxed, can we try something?” Amelia quickly changes the subject.

“Like what?”

“Like mind reading again” she asks excitedly. Not again... “Before you say no. Please just think about it. It would make me so happy!” she smiles like a little child.

“Sure, but maybe later? I just want to relax.” She’s been nothing but nice to me, I can entertain her that bit.

“Of course.” she claps her hands in excitement.

After the spa, we all drive to my apartment. Amelia and I sit on my bed, and hold hands this time. She tells me to clear my mind and let her in; as If there’s a door I can open. Okay, just breath and relax. If vampires exist, then maybe mind reading is true. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and picture a door in my mind.

Someone’s knocking on it, that’s weird. I open it up and Amelia's standing there and she’s smiling at me.

Amelia’s POV

I got inside of Dunya’s mind, this time she was more relaxed, so it was easier. Instead of the black fog, I saw a door. When I told her to imagine a door, I didn’t mean it quite so literally, but whatever works. I knocked on the door but no answer. I kept on knocking, until it creaked open. Dunya was standing on the other side with a confused face.

Her aura was so bright, strong and beautiful. She looked mesmerizing, even more than she normally does. There’s power radiating from her and she has no idea. As I reach closer, her aura gets stronger; pushing me away. There’s some serious protective magic around her, nothing like I’ve ever seen before. This girl can’t be just human.

“Dunya, it’s okay. It’s me, let me come to you.” As she hears my calm voice, she lets her guards down a bit and lets me go closer to her.

“Amela, are you really in my mind? Is this my imagination? This is weird” she babbles confused.

“I’m really in your mind, you’re more open to the idea of it, so I managed to slip in. How does it feel?” I ask carefully, so we won’t trigger another seizure like last time.

“I feel okay, I guess… How is this even possible? I hear your voice in my mind…” she says and looks around confused. We’re in a vast white space, nothing or no-one around us.

“Like I said, we’re currently inside your mind and I think that you have powers, powers that even I don’t have. Great powers.”

“What powers? What do you mean?”

“I don’t exactly know yet, but we can figure that out. Together.”

“This is too confusing; I don’t have any powers... And this isn’t possible.” as she says that, the white space around us shakes and I’m being pushed back and out of the door. I open my eyes to see weirded out Dunya.

“Please don’t freak out, that was all true.”

“You were in my mind? How is that even possible? What are you?” She backs up a little bit on the bed confused and shaken.

“I’m a witch and I believe you’re one too, or something equally or more powerful. I just don’t know what exactly, yet.” I answer truthfully. There’s no need to lie about it, she’s just witnessed it herself what I can do.

“Okay, enough of this. I want to be alone now, please.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of!” Layla says to her, trying to calm her mind.

“I’m not afraid, I just don’t have the energy or willpower to comprehend this right now. Whatever this is.” she says and gets up. “Thank you for the evening, I really need to go to sleep.”

Layla and I look at each other worried, we can’t push her on this. She’s acting calm, we need to give her some space.

Dunya’s POV

The Girls understood and left me alone. This is just way too much. Someone’s pulling a freakishly weird prank on me and I don’t have the energy. I try to calm myself by some breathing exercises and pull out my laptop. One thing at a time; google vampires and find out anything you can.

After an hour of research, I end up with nothing concrete. Google is filled with Hollywood movies, series and books about vampires, I don’t know what did I even expect. I push my laptop aside and fall back on to my bed. I need a freaking vacation from all of this. I think over the last few weeks and how my life’s changed. It’s like I’m in a freaking b-list movie, this is all too crazy and unreal. How is it, that my fresh start is a rollercoaster.

I have been dating a vampire and I’m probably a witch; I roll my eyes at the thought. Can Ashton Kutcher just jump out of somewhere and say I’m punk’d already? I think back about Layla’s weird behavior earlier, it’s not like her to give in so easily. What did she call me again? Luna?

I sit up and write Luna on google search. Luna: Latin word for the Moon, Roman Goddess of Moon. Why would they call me Luna? It’s not a nickname, how can Dunya even turn to Luna... Okay, deep dive! After a while of scrolling and searching, I end up to a supernatural website. Werewolves have a Luna, who rules with Alpha. I think I’ve read some books about this on online apps.

Didn’t Daniel say I’m his mate, when Kristopher was hitting on me? Then Mickael calls me Luna and we’ve never even met before, and then suddenly Layla says is. Elijah calls them mutts. Hold on, what the hell am I doing? This is not real! I’ve watched too much of shows and movies like Teen Wolf, twilight and Underworld. I put the computer away and get ready for bed.

Too much, too confusing and I’m going to forget all about this. I’m a freaking human being and my human mind can’t handle all of this s**t. I think I need a fresh start from my fresh start.

After I’ve brushed my teeth and I’m about to jump to bed, I hear a knock on the door. What the f**k now? I go to the door and open it, but no-one's there. There’s a huge white shopping bag, with a red bow on it, with my name. I look around the hallway, but no-one.

I take the bag and go back inside. The card says; You’ll look amazing in these. No signature, that’s weird... I look in the bag to see a set of black lace lingerie. It looks really expensive and there’s barely enough fabric to cover anything.

Did Daniel send these? He did “pick” my bikinis. This is crossing the friends only line, like by millions of miles. I will return these to him tomorrow, this is not appropriate at all. I mean the thought of this makes me blush scarlet red, but we're supposed to be friends!