A/N Rose never made it back to the Academy, so she also doesn't know her father.
I HAVE RE-WRITTEN THIS CHAPTER! YAY ME!...Anyway, now that's over, on with the chapter:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owner Richelle Mead. I own nothing - except this plot, Alexei and Stephanie
Shadow Soul: The Cure
Chapter 1
Rose's POV
The silence was deafening - cliché I know, but for good reason. I just delivered some particularly surprising news to Dimitri and from the sneer he wore, it was understood that he wasn't taking it too well.
Then he exploded into a fury of hand movements. "What do you mean 'you're pregnant'?" Dimitri yelled. The sudden change in volume sent my ears ringing and I barely processed what he said. With huge difficulty, I resisted the urge to protect my ear drums from exploding.
His menacing tone made me flinch. I took a few steps back, distancing myself from him in case he decided to swing.
I had hoped to keep it a secret from him, but he'd just walked in while I had a bad case of morning sickness. I was around 3 weeks along. Although, there seemed to be a slight equivalency issue as I definitely didn't look only 3 weeks pregnant. I'm amazed he hadn't noticed; he probably just thought I was getting fat.
I knew he'd react this way – but this was what needed to be done, he just didn't know it yet. Considering he hadn't hit me yet, I took that as a good sign. "You know exactly what I mean. Don't play dumb with me Dimitri, you should know how this works; I'm going to have your child," I replied, trying to appear calm.
His red-ringed eyes bore into mine as he yelled a little more. But I tuned him out, if I wanted a lecture, I would've stayed at the Academy. When he was finished—or realised I wasn't listening, whichever came first—he stormed out of the room; slamming the door behind him.
I turned around to face the room - my prison. It was a little more comfortable than a normal prison; with a bedroom, bathroom and living room that most people would have killed for. The problem was it had the same purpose as a prison: to keep me in and away from civilization. Everything in this room was made to a specific size and shape so that I would be incapable of using it as a weapon. Believe me, I've tried.
When my school—Saint Vladimir's Academy—was attacked by an army of undead vampires, a few of the students were taken as snacks. My mentor/unofficial boyfriend being who he was decided to attack the evil undead—or Strigoi as we call them—to retrieve the students.
The mission was mostly successful until the retreat, where a bunch of Strigoi jumped us and took him back into their cave. I would have followed if my mum hadn't dragged me back to the Academy.
It wasn't until later, I found out that they had turned him into one of them, and wasn't long after that when I decided to go after him. This decision tore me apart, because in doing so, I had to leave my best friend—Lissa—behind; with whom I shared a bond with.
Since then, I've travelled across Russia, to kill Dimitri; the love of my life. We had once promised each other that if we were ever turned, we would want the other to kill us. We both agreed that we would rather be dead than walk the Earth killing innocent people for eternity.
He'd found me in Novosibirsk and brought me here as captive. From day one he'd hoped that I would want to become one of them - but me being who Iam, escaped.
I killed Dimitri's 'boss', and thought I'd killed him too - until he found me asleep beside the road. But the blow he delivered to the side of my head, made it pretty clear that my stake had missed his heart.
Although, instead of killing me - like I had expected him to do - he forgave me. Apparently killing Galina and not hesitating when I stabbed him, puts me in his good books. Though, I'm now on my last strike.
Five weeks later
Dimitri's visits had become less frequent as the due date came closer. This gave me the perfect opportunity to get a spot ready for the baby - when it arrives next week - right next to my bed.
My room was stocked up with toys that I had somehow convinced Dimitri to bring. Along with toys, I also got him to get me a doctor to check the baby's progress.
After numerous tests, I was told that I am now eight months along - even though I've technically only been pregnant for eight weeks. This didn't surprise me though, I had been alerted of the growth rate a while ago.
I was working on one of the finishing touches for the room: folding and putting away the baby clothes, when the doctor spoke from beside me. "Rose, can you come here for a minute, I need to know which sheet you want me to use in the cot."
I placed the last of the clothes in the draw and turned to face her.
She was a fairly short, strawberry blonde haired, woman with a glazed expression on her face (compulsion was the only way Dimitri would let her work for me). In her hands, she held two sheets; one was white with tiny colourful ducks on it, while the other was blue with the alphabet printed repeatedly in white letters.
I was about to answer when suddenly a dozen different emotions hit me through the bond: worry, confusion, sadness, but one kept coming back; loss.
Ever since I'd been brought to this place a second time, I had decided to ignore Lissa; since there was nothing I could do except take away the darkness. But this was too strong. Before I could abject, I was sucked into her head.
A/N I know it's not as detailed as my first fanfic, but I figured it would be boring describing each scene like that. I also know it's fairly short, but this is just describing what's happened so far.
Also, this IS a re-write of a re-write, but I'm finally happy with it...for now.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now, REVIEW and tell me what you think.
~Serious~