…Anastasia POV…

I have never been to Paris, never have I thought that I would find myself walking through a city of lovers looking for my very own love.

It is by pure fate that we do find ourselves here, or should I say luck? Locating one of Elloise's lovers was easy, for she had so many, and almost every one of them told us the same, if she had a man that she loves with her, this is where she would take him. In a city with millions, where do we even start?

He can be in any of these thousands and thousands of little buildings with these hundreds and hundreds of little rooms. With total disappear, I look at Edward, who holds very much the same feeling, "Edward, where do we even begin? Did this man not so where she would go?"

"I am afraid that he did not have much to say but give a location."

Feeling defeated, I sit down at a little bistro; as I look over the beauty of the city, I cannot help but stare at the hundreds of lovers holding hands, happily sharing a moment; these are moments that I should be sharing with Sebastian.

But some evil woman in pink decided to rip him from me. "Wait, Edward, do you find cherry blossoms in Paris?"

"Well, we can soon find out," he hands his phone over to Zachariah, who in only mere seconds bring us the answer.

"Twenty-six, seriously, twenty-six places," I throw my arms in the air, "How long is this going to take us?"

"Well, if we slip up, then we can get there far quicker," Edward says as he shoves each of us in a direction.

"I am coming, my love, just hang on."

…Sebastian POV…

"My beloved, it has been six days, nine hours, and twenty seconds since she has taken me from you. I write to you from some cafe in Piazza San Marco. I am in Venice with a godawful pastry covered in pink stares me in the face. She has for the past half an hour tried to convince me to shove this down my throat. I can just imagine how hard you must be laughing right now; well, she says that it makes us blend in as if her pink does not stick out enough.

I thought by now that I would be safe back in your arms. Unfortunately, it appears that we are so far away that you would have no idea where even to start looking. Still, I am not without hope that you shall find me. I was so hoping that you would have found my first letter to you by now.

So here I am…Surrounded by hundreds of people scribbling on a piece of paper that I hope that shall find its way into your hands one day. She has been too far away in her delusional mind that she has not noticed that it is not pictures that I am drawing.

It seems the more that I sit at peace, the more I realize what I have done wrong. Yes, it is true that all these lovers came from my past, but if it were not for the way I lived my life, then we would not be with you chasing my shadow. I truly hope that you are chasing it. I believe that fate brought us together, and it shall be fate that shall guide us back.

I have a newfound breath to chose to show you every day that my past is not what defines me. That I shall take you down a path that only defines us. All these streets have led me to so many places, but the one place I want them to lead me they have not shown me.

Now more than ever did I wish that I appreciated all those tiny moments that I took for granted. The small little things that make you the perfect fit for this Vampire Master. If it were not for you, I would be lost, and once again, I am lost, my beloved. I need for you to find me.

You are the air that I breathe, the air that fills lungs that no longer work. You are the blood that beats through a heart that has stopped beating for so long ago. Yet you are the one thing that has stayed constant, and that is my love.

Your love is the only thing I want; there I nothing else in the world that I want more. You are everything to me, and I will simply perish if after this all you do not find me. I love you, Anastasia. Love Sebastian"

…Anastasias POV…

It has been six days, nine hours, and twenty seconds since she has taken Sebastian. Thanks to a very helpful gentleman that saw Elloise and Sebastian at the Montmartre, we have been led back to a small room overlooking the very bistro that we found ourselves when we came here the first day. The man's exact words, 'She looked like a pink fairy.' Well, if that was not a dead giveaway. We then followed her trail back here.

Now we find ourselves in front of the door, with a very over-eager Edward ready to storm through the door. Behind him is Zachariah, prepared with the Ancient blade. He is set, with the first sight of her; he is forcing it through her little pink heart.

So with one loud thud, Edward kicks down the door, I immediately rush through. As I get into the room, the anticipation of seeing is the only thing that is pushing me into danger, but…there is nothing. I rush to the bathroom, then back to the room and the balcony; there is no sign of them ever being here. The guy was absolutely certain; he saw them here. Could he have been wrong? Have we been chasing a ghost all along?

A deep sadness grabs hold of me, then, out of nowhere, Edward hands me an envelope. I can see clearly that it is Sebastian's writing. Edward and Zachariah step out to give me the privacy to read in private.

His words seem comforting, but there is a sadness behind them. It appears that he has lost faith that we shall find him, that we shall never find him. Well, he is wrong; I shall not give up for one minute until I have him back in my arms.

So, I meet Edward and Zachariah outside, "He does not give any clue to where they might have gone; I don't know where to next."

Edward makes a call to Elloise's lover; he comes back with half a motivated smile on his face, "Italy, he said Italy or Greece."

I am not one to gamble, but having to choose an option that could possibly be between life and death scares the hell out of me. What if I make the wrong choice, and we put ourselves even further behind. Italy or Greece? Greece or Italy? Sebastian, where are you? Please give me a sign; please help me find you. I do not know where to go.

"Come, I have decided, let us go."

…Sebastian POV…

"My beloved, it has been twelve days, three hours, and nine seconds since she has taken me away from you. I write to you from a place of restored faith and renewed determination. She dragged me away from my den of despair to Delphi.

She has nestled me far away what she believes is as far away from you as she possibly can. This woman sure has one delusional way of thinking, and to think that I once…well, let me not even finish that sentence.

Being here out here that should resemble the center of the universe reminds me that you are everything to me and that I have sadly lost you again.

My beloved, I wish so that you shall prove me wrong. I wish that when she drags me out this hole that I shall be face with our beautiful face. But fate seems to remind me over and over again that it shall never happen.

I am so sorry, my beloved. I did not know that she would trick me; I desecrated something special for letting yet another woman come between us. Apparently, it is one of my talents; I hold too much faith in others. And once again, I did it with this woman, and believe me; I will always regret it. As with everything that I have done, I can only hope that you will let me right that wrong.

Anastasia, no matter the distance, my heart will always find yours. I keep repeating these words in my head, the words that on a day like today keep me hoping. Please, my beloved, I need for you to find me. I know you will. Please come save me from this loneliness and the evil that surrounds me.

My beloved, I love you and much more than my heart can ever hold. I am holding on; I am still waiting. Love Sebastian."