I haven't written a VA fanfic yet and I thought it was about time I did. This is about what Adrian did after Rose broke up with him. PLEASE REVIEW. It makes me happy :)

The girl of my dreams has shattered my heart. She can now run off into the sunset with her cradle robbing mentor without a second glance at me. Whilst I'm here sitting on my bed downing whisky from the bottle. I just looked in the mirror and I look like shit; my hair is smothered down from sleep in an unflattering way and my face is shabby. The worst part is I still love her even when she doesn't love me. Oh, is this karma?

I knew it all along; the way she watched him with those eyes. As if he consumed every living part of her with a glance, sucking in her soul. It makes me sick to know she was loving him with that body. That beautiful body I never had and will never have. I let her go to him in Russia; I am to blame because of that. A part of me knew when he was turned back to a dhampir that she was truly gone from me, yet I couldn't stop myself hoping she would get the light from me to clear her darkness. Ugh, crazy is kicking back. I take another swig of whisky. She was perfect for me and I was perfect for her but she still chooses him. All the money, the time, and my love wasted on her because of him. My fists clench with anger. Then all of a sudden I feel my insides crashing down and the room gets smaller, the urge to cry hits me like a bullet. Sharp, powerful. I can't stand it anymore and I get off the bed, grab a coat and head towards the door.

The guy at the bar slid down my Scarlet Midnight cocktail across the table into my grasp and it was only until the alcohol hit my tongue that I could start to relax. I ate the blood soaked strawberry that was perched on the glass' rim. It didn't taste that good. The bar guy looks at me with a bemused expression.

"In a hurry?" He says looking at my empty glass.

"Not at all." My tone dull and dreary.

"Aha." he says like he suddenly knows all. "Lady problems." I guess he does then. I give him a half smile that says yes.

"In that case, buddy, drink up." He turns and gets another glass. "This is called White Russian, it'll knock you off your feet."

My eyes widen at the name and I slump down, purposely banging my head on the table. The guy gives a nervous laugh. "Maybe not another drink now then."

I need to get away. I get up and turn straight into a dusky blonde moroi girl, all I can see are smiling pearly white teeth.

"Opps." She giggles and moves back, her flip flops making a slapping noise. Just the distraction I need. I smile back and she giggles more. She's holding four glasses and she's in a wet white bikini. It doesn't suit her and she doesn't fill out much but she has a pretty face.

"No problem." I say in a lazy, flirty way and lean back casually. "Especially when you're a pretty girl."

Bad line, but she enjoys it, flipping her wet hair back so the ends cling on her shoulders.

"I need to get these drinks back to my friends…but you should join us." She looks up, fluttering her eyelashes.

I do join her. Her friends are sitting in the hot tub and are already half unconscious. The girl introduces herself as Phoebe and sits centimetres away from me constantly leaning forward while I compliment her some more. Then we're making out. Her semi conscious friends complain and tell us to get a room. I give her a questioning look and she snuggles her face into my neck and whispers "Come on." I smile back at her and get out of the hot tub. Walking towards my room with her hand in mine, I pray that this means I've finally gotten over Rose.