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Nightmare

Okay, so Dimitri was pissed. Nothing odd there. To start out, he was one of the bad guys, a Strigoir. I could deal with killing them and everything else, but when it comes to Dimitri, I'm useless. I can't kill him. I just can't. I would take a bullet for anyone, which was exactly what I would do with Dimitri.

Since Dimitri locked me in this room, I can't do that. I tried and tried to convince him to let me go with him where ever he goes, but he ignores me with a look and leaves. Maybe I should just give up. No, I can't. I never give up. Never. I'm not some weakling who never does anything. I'm a fighter. And fighting was exactly what I was going to do.

I stood and looked at the bed before going into the sitting area. Dimitri had just left, so I had a while. I looked around the room before spotting a dresser. I stalked over to it and pulled hard on the door. It didn't budge. I sat back on my heels and grabbed the butter knife off of the coffee table before setting to work.

Once I had picked the lock, I cocked my head, listening for anyone approaching before opening the drawer. I had always wondered where Dimitri kept his weapons. I found them. I dug around for a stake, but all there was were a couple of knives, rope, gun, and the usual tools that they had to kill us.

I settled on a knife with a long handle and a shiny blade. I stroked it and gut my palm, which meant that it was sharp enough.

My head snapped up suddenly as I heard Dimitri's voice down the hall. He shouldn't be back already. I slammed the draw shut and locked it, put the butter knife back on the coffee table and threw myself on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and dove under the covers just in time. Dimitri dropped his coat on the floor and I prayed he didn't come over. Thankfully, he went into the sitting room and turned on the TV.

I sighed a silent sigh of relief and pulled the knife out of my pocket. I flipped the blade out and slipped out of bed. Dimitri didn't more. He had his nose buried in some Western. I bit my lip as I approached from the back and tensed.

"Do you honestly think you can kill me?" Dimitri asked without looking up.

I didn't faze. I launched myself at him, but he easily backhanded me into the wall. I hit my head, but was quickly on my feet again and he was in front of me. I ducked his blow and ran to the opposite side of the room. He turned and sighed.

"Roza," he said.

"Don't 'Roza' me," I said coldly. "You lied. You said that you would never hurt me. You never said that you loved me. You lied. All you said was a lie. You've never told me the truth. You never said anything about our past!" I shouted. He stared at me.

"I never lied," he said.

"Yeah? Then what were you doing? Protecting me? Making sure that I didn't get hurt? News flash, Dimitri, you have hurt me! You never protected me! And now, you expect me to allow you to change me? You're a very, very sick man," I hissed and launched myself, catching him off guard. I plunged the knife deep in his chest, just barely missing the heart.

I ran to the door and kicked the lock and then the next doors lock until I was free. I heard Dimitri coming behind me. As I rounded the corner, the Strigoir were waiting.

"Rose!" Lissa woke me up from my nightmare. I bolted straight up and looked at the clock. It was already eight! "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine," I said, getting out of bed.

"Dimitri's been calling non stop, trying to track you down," she said. I winced; the nightmare was still planted in my mind.

"I'll call him back later," I said, going into the shower.

The nightmare was just the beginning.