(Hanna's POV)
"It looks like Giovanni's team already ransacked the place," Jaisley tells me. We're walking around the trashed apartment of Chris and Anne. It looks nothing like it was when we last saw it. Everything was flipped upside down, burned, or ripped.
"Do you think they found anything? If they did, wouldn't they have taken it with them? I don't think they left anything valuable behind," I ask Jaisley. She looks around, flipping stuff back over.
"I wouldn't give them that much credit. I'm sure all that was going through their small brains were to smash everything in sight. If they found anything, they would've been back with Anne already."
"So then what should we do? We can't possibly find anything in this dump," I say, kicking over a magazine.
"Just look for anything that sticks out," Jaisley says and zooms around the place with lightning speed. Being supernatural has its perks.
For some reason my body takes me to the kitchen. It might just be my wolf that's always hungry, but I can't deny that I have six stomachs.
I open the fridge and my stomach growls at the mostly empty space. The only thing inside was some turkey.
"It's better than nothing," I hear my wolf tell me in my head. I go to grab it, but it's taken out of my line of sight in a flash.
"Hey! I was going to eat that," I whine to Jaisley who's holding the turkey in her hands. She gives me a disapproving look.
"Hanna, Anne has been missing for months. That's how old this turkey is. I can't let you eat this. Your stomach will hurt and you'll get sick."
"Well, I'm hungry," I say pouting like a child.
"We're not here to eat. I'll get you food if you find anything. I'll even buy you dessert if you find something in the next hour," Jaisley says.
"Really," I ask, practically jumping up and down at the sound of food. She nods her head and I start looking for anything.
I went through the living room, the bathroom, and even the floorboards. I can't find anything and I don't know how much time has passed.
I walk into Anne's room, feeling hopeless. I don't even care for the food anymore. I just want my friends back. My sisters.
I sit on Anne's bed, wondering what she's doing right now. I hope she's ok.
There's a metallic smell in the air, like blood, but with an extra kick. The first thing I think of is Anne's knives. I go over to her collection on the wall, picking up one of the swords with dry blood on it. I twirl it around a little bit and sniff it, but that's not the same blood scent that I'm being drawn to.
"Did you find something," Jaisley asks, entering the room.
"Do you smell that? It smells like blood, but it's something else too." Jaisley sniffs around the room too, probably picking up the same scent I did.
"It kind of smells like Anne's blood, but different," she mumbles, going over to the dresser and opening up one of the drawers. I go over trying to see what she's doing.
"What do you think it is," I ask her. She digs to the bottom of the drawer and the bottom pops up. A fake bottom?
She lifts the fake bottom out to reveal the real bottom of the drawer. Inside of it lies a metallic, black box with the initials J.M. on it and a necklace.
"Isn't this Anne's knife box? This is the one Alaric was looking for the first night she lived in the pack house," Jaisley asks me, flipping the box around and trying to open it.
"There's no way she would have left that behind," I say, shaking my head.
"Maybe she was in a rush."
"She loves that thing. You saw how crazy she went that night she thought she'd never see it again. Can you open it? Maybe there's something inside," I tell her.
"It won't open," she says, groaning as she tries to bend it with her hands. There has to be some kind of magic on it. Anne is a witch and her mother was a witch too.
"What about the necklace?" I pick it up and hold it in the air. Jaisley sniffs it, her eyes turning bloodshot red.
"It's Anne's blood," she says.
"But why does it smell so different."
"Because she's pregnant." I turn to look at Jaisley in disbelief.
"How do you know that and why didn't you tell me?"
"I forgot," she says shrugging her shoulders.
"How did you forget something like that," I ask her. She just shrugs her shoulders. I shake my head. This girl is unbelievable, but she's my girl.
I look back and forth at the metal box and blood necklace, trying to figure out what to do. Then it clicks.
"Do you think this is like Chris' diary? The one she opens with a blood spell," I ask. It's a spell Chris used to lock her diary. It makes it impossible to open it without using her blood. It only takes a couple of drops of the owner's blood to break the spell.
"Doesn't hurt trying," she answers. She takes the necklace from me and breaks the charm, spilling the blood on the box. It automatically pops open. We both look up at each other.
"Did you look through Chris' diary," she accuses me. I blush, feeling guilty.
"Maybe a little." She shakes her head in disapproval. "There was nothing juicy in there anyways. She talked about how much she loves Don a lot and bluh bluh bluh," I say, fake gagging.
Jaisley pulls out a letter from inside the box. It's the only thing in the box. She reads over it.
"She's in Berlin, but we can't let anyone else know where she is yet," Jaisley says, reading the rest of the letter.
"What's she doing in Berlin?"
"I guess we'll see when we get there. What's weird is that she addressed the letter specifically to us. How'd she know we'd find it and not anyone else," Jaisley asks, showing me the letter.
"Maybe she knew that Chris would get put in a cell, meaning Don would be busy trying to get Chris out, and Alaric can't do much because he always has his dad watching him. Plus, of course we'd come looking for her. She's our luna whether Alaric knows it yet or not," I say with confidence.
"But wouldn't she had also thought her dad would come looking for her," she asks.
"You're the only one out of all of us that would have possibly been able to track down the blood necklace. I smelt it, but I couldn't find it. Anne's dad wouldn't have been able to smell it. You're the only one with the vampire nose."
"Everything seems so planned out. She must have something planned," Jaisley says. I can tell she's thinking hard.
"We'll figure it out when we find her. Can I get my food now? Dessert too even though it has been over an hour? I helped find where Anne is." I make puppy dog eyes.
"Of course. Let's go," she says and we leave the apartment. By the end of the day I had a happy, full stomach.