Hey guys! This is my first fanfic so tell me if you like it. I'm really excited about this and I hope you are too. I've always liked Adrian better then Dimitri, so I wanted Rose and Adrian to get together and stay that way. This series started in the first book and goes on into the other ones. Hope you like and remember to R&R!
-Belle D.
The crash. Blood. Glass. Screaming. Horror. I'm reliving the crash from two years ago, the one where Lissa's family died. Oh, no. I'm in her head again having her nightmare. Not again. I break out of it and run over to her bed.
"Lissa, Lissa! Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!" With one last effort I wake her out of the horrible nightmare.
"Oh, Rose. I dreamed of it again. Why can't I stop reliving it?" She asked desperately.
"I don't know. We just have to try and put the past in the past. Ok?" I ask her concerned.
She only shook her head meekly and shivered. She seemed more gentle and fragile than usual.
"Lissa, when was the last time you fed?" I ask her once again concerned. "It's been like what, 2, 3 days? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to bother you."
"The hell with bothering me. You were starving. Here," I flip my hair to expose my neck. I look at her expectantly. She nervously uncovers her fangs and bites my neck. They flood of endorphins feels so good. It's so sweet and blissful to fell her bite again. This is becoming what live for. She retracts and the good feeling stops. I start to feel a little woozy.
"You look dizzy. I'll go get you some food," She says pulling me back into reality.
"Mmh k," I mumble. I look out the window and see a tall shadowy figure standing there. It then walks away. Oh, no. They probably saw the whole feeding session. I hurry over to the side of the room and grab some pants, shoes and both mine and Lissa's jackets. I struggle to pull my pants up and put my shoes on at the same time. It doesn't help that I'm still dizzy from the loss of blood.
Once I get my pants and shoes on I hurry down the stairs. When I reach the bottom I see Lissa searching the fridge for something good to eat. "Lissa!" I yell, throwing her jacket at her. "There is someone outside. We have to go."
One she realizes our situation she grabs her jacket off the floor and runs with me to the front room of our townhouse. We have been living in a townhouse on the edge of some college campus while finishing up high school. And man we were almost done. Just one more school year till freedom. A.k.a college.
When we reach the first floor we see our roommate, Jeremy, sits watching late night TV and eating potato chips.
"What are you guys doing?" He asks. Jeremy is a human and he has no idea what we really are.
"Lissa, get his keys."
"Wait, wha—" He starts, watching us curiously.
Lissa doesn't hesitate. She walks over to Jeremy and cast him one of her greatest smiles. At first he just stares at us, still very confused, but in no time his eyes glazed over dreamily.
"Can we have your car keys?" Lissa asks him gently. He nods slightly and reaches into his pocket to get them. Lissa holds out her hand and he drops the keys in it. "Where is it parked?" She asks him ever so gently.
"Down a few blocks. By Brown," He says, never taking his eyes off Lissa.
With that we run towards the door. Right before we leave Lissa turns around, smiles that smile again, and tells Jeremy, "Thanks."
When we get outside we run. As we're running Lissa asks me, "What happens if we get caught?"
"We won't get caught. I won't let that happen," I say defiantly. I can't let Lissa go back to that place. "When we reach the car we're going to drive to the train station and head for L.A. Ok?" I ask her. She nods and we keep running.
We turn the corner, but right when we see the car about a block away, someone steps in our path. Lissa and I skid to a stop. I push Lissa behind me as the man comes closer. In the light of the dim street lamp I can see he's about 6 foot 7 and has dark brown hair that is tied in a miniature ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was slightly good looking, but nothing that shocked me. He looked about 24 or 25. I attacked. My moves were slow and sloppy since I was still at a blood deficit. He easily deflected it and I realized this guy was a reason to be reckoned with. I tried another attack, but he blocked that one too. His block hit my temple and I was slipping into unconsciousness. Slipping, slipping, slipped.
