Chapter 33 -- Northern Rose

                                    

                                          
A/N: This picks up right where 32 left off! Remember to hit that beautiful star button over there --> See it? Ya see it don't ya? Hmm... Maybe you should push it, it's drawing you in :p hehe. And type something down there *points down for lack of having an emoticon that points*. Any whoo, enjoy the chapter! 
                          
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Adriana's POV
                          
"No, no, and no again!" I exclaim, stalking through the woods rather angrily. If there were any animals here, they would diffidently be hiding in fear of my anger issues.
                          
"Well, it appears that I may have angered you," I glare at him hard and long making him wince slightly, "But I can assure you that was not my intentions. You see, I have asked you politely numerous times, plus I saved you from being drawn into the darkness. I have so much left that I have not done, Niklaus daggered me and kept me daggered longer then I lived. So now I am telling you, bring me back." He says agitated now.
                          
"I'm not doing it!" Whirling around to face Finn I point at him, with each word taking a step towards him and he backs up away from me, "I don't care how many times you ask me, how many times you save me, OR what you have yet to do, because you were the one dumb enough to get killed by a wimpy vampire of all the species, and a human! 
                          
"You  were the one that did something and received a dagger in the heart and now YOU are the one that has to pay for your crimes! Not me, so don't you DARE ask me again!" I shout at him and say quickly and angrily, pushing him backwards at the word 'again'. When he says 'I'm telling you' I growl, my eyes turning gold.
                          
"Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do!" I explode, and he wavers slightly. "What are you going to do if I don't, hmm? Are you going to bore me to death with ridiculous tales, oh wait that's right I'm already dead! So are you going to annoy me until my wits end? Because that will NOT work. So one more word out of you, and I will... I will..." I quickly search my mind for something to say, for magic obviously doesn't work here.
                          
He waits calmly, but I can tell he is very angry from his eyes. "What will you do young Addy? There is no magic here, only your gifted talent. Which is amazing and beautiful, I just want to experience the full variety of your gift, and share that experience with you. To cherish that moment in time." He says seductively. Oh my god, is my Uncle trying to seduce me? Gross!
                          
Suddenly, a thought dawns on me, and tilting my head I smirk. "Okay, maybe I will let you... Experience my gift. Hold still, and close your eyes." I say soothingly back, and he does that. All in one step I dash forwards grabbing a fallen branch, and ramming it through his heart pinning him to the tree behind him, causing him to cry out in pain as he starts to desiccate. Strutting forwards, I grab his chin forcing him to look at me.
                          
"Experience away. Because this is also my gift, and the only one coming out of here alive, is me. I'm getting out of here, today and now. I know where my body is, and I've been leading you into my own maze. Good luck Finny, Finn, Finn." Smirking at his now fully desiccated body, I turn and dash off to the woods...
                          
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Stopping near a clearing, my eyes sweep around looking for the grave my mother dug. Closing my eyes I concentrate, and when I re-open them I can see the real world. Licking my dry lips, I spot a pile of brush. Leaves, twigs, flowers, branches, grass, you name it it's in there.
                          
Desperately, I start pulling apart the pile earning many scratches and cuts as I do so. "C'mon! Come on! How much stuff is in here?" I say agitated, and grin in relief as I pull the last branch aside. A freshly covered grave lays there, and I groan as I start clawing at the dirt pulling large parts of it aside getting to a frenzy as I dig my way down.