KATERINAPacking for Italy was an utter nightmare. I didn't know what to wear, what to pack nor did I even know what the weather was like there. So eventually I packed my entire cupboard into my bag... and some of those clothes into Haydon's bag. "It's Friday and we're stuck here with you, packing for Italy. I could be out doing something, maybe attend one of those underground fights you two used to go to."  "Can you shut up Jas? It's not like this is a walk in the park for me either!" I growled. Okay, maybe I was a teensy, tiny bit nervous about explaining this to my parents. It was at times like these where I wished Death wasn't the bad guy. "Calm down Katerina, it’s just clothes," Haydon said laughing with Jasmine.

KATERINAWe sat in the dining room which was as grand as anything I had ever seen. The beautiful mahogany table was decorated with a white silk cloth which had intricate blue petals embroidered in. The table was filled with many different types of food which was odd, since Haydon and his parents did not eat any food, instead, they sat with wine glasses filled with blood on the table. It had been exactly five minutes of the four of us staring at each other awkwardly, when finally, Haydon broke the silence. “Is there a reason that we are waiting and staring at each other?”Mr Haydon spoke, never lifting his eyes from me, “Yes, we are waiting for a few guests. They should be here, right about-“Knock. Knock. Knock.

KATERINADestroy the remains. Destroy the damn remains.Haydon and I might as well have just broken up because there was no way in hell, that we’d be able to, firstly take the remains away from Death, and secondly, destroy them when they were imbued in dark magic.“That’s why we tried to keep you two apart when we started suspecting. We wanted to figure out how to prevent the prophesy. But clearly you two had to start liking each other and ruin our plans. Honestly Katerina, first underground fights and now this.”And once again, I was busted.“How did you know?”My father smirked and shook his head, “Your brother is an awful liar, Dylan Connors.”

KATERINAThe air in the house was cold and tense. The rooms were dark, and the home I had once felt comfortable in, was now uncomfortable and dreary. “Death?” my mother called out. She was standing in front, holding a gun in her hand which she had kept in the boot of her car. It was more a sort of anchor than anything else. Hunter weapons did not work on a vampire as rare as Death.The halls were silent, save for the clicking of our careful steps and heavy breathing. Mr and Mrs Veneziano seemed to know what they were doing, so did my parents. All we needed to do, was make sure we did exactly as we were told. Of course Haydon and I were not known for such things, and secretly, Haydon had decided to think up his own plan, and I did the same, neither one of us uttering our plan to one another or to our parents. B

KATERINA“Why mom, why!” I cried out, holding the silver box which had now regained its shape, and contained my mother who had, just moments ago began to fake into dust particles and enter into the box. Elizabeth was no longer a threat, and Haydon and I were free. It was all thanks to my mother’s sacrifice. By now the Veneziano’s were awake with tears streaming down their faces. Death was still in the centre of the pentagram, clutching the silver box, which we now had discovered, was a mere replica. He opened it, looked inside, and threw it on the floor.He then stormed up to where we were hovering over the box and took it from me. He tried to throw it on the floor, but Haydon grabbed his hands before he could. Death looked up at him and snarled which made Haydon whimper. He was still treating Haydon like the abusive man he always was, but I couldn&