Hmmmm . . . It's been awhile since I've actually written FanFiction, so be nice lol. Nah, I like criticism. Um, this is my first Vampire Acadamy Fanfiction, and I am in the FIRM belief that Rose should end up with Adrian lol. But anyway, read and review. xD

"I'm worried about Adrian." Lissa muttered to Christian under her breath. Both of them turned to look at the Moroi in question, who was staring out the window.

"Worry all you like, I think he'll be fine." Lissa looked up at his face and sighed. "I wish I knew what was wrong with him. Maybe I could . . ." Christian wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.

"You know what's wrong with him."

"Yea, I know what's wrong with him, but really, it's gotten worse recently. He cut off our lessons and absolutely refuses to demonstrate Dream Walking. I don't understand."

Adrian listened to the couple as they tried to decipher his moods. Their guesses aren't even close. And they wouldn't be. How could anyone guess that Adrian Ivoshkov, heart breaker, was currently mending his mangled heart? It made no sense! How could one little Dhampire turn his world upside down? Rose . . .

Rosemarie Hathaway was currently wandering the streets of Missoula.

What now?

There was no place for her to go. In her left hand she clenched a letter. The only letter she got. The only one that mattered. Abe had given it to her the day she was to board the plane to take her back to America. It hadn't been open, but she knew from the look in his eyes that he knew what it had slipped it into her pocket, waved at her new friends and boarded the plane.

When the plane had taken off, she finally reached into her pocket and pulled out the envelope. It was addressed to her, but had made its way through the Alchemists. There was no return address, just a seal. The Ivoshkov seal.

She ripped it open and unfolded the letter. The last time she had heard from Adrian had been while she was still with Dimitri.

Dimitri . . .

The name still made her hurt, but not as bad. Kind of like a dull pain.

The feeling had then left her confused, but her curiosity over the letter soon became too much. The last time she had seen Adrian had been while she was with Dimitri. He had came into her dream. It hadn't been one of her finer moments. Her dress had been ripped, neck bruised from all the blood Dimitri had taken, and she had felt weak and floaty. Adrian had been shocked and ran over to grab her before she had fallen. His concern had made her angry, though she didn't know why. He needed to know where she was, he couldn't take it anymore.

She wasn't safe.

He needed to help.

He cared.

Rose still didn't know why she did what she did. She didn't understand it. She completely snapped. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! KEEP AWAY FROM HERE AND STAY OUT OF MY DREAMS!"

She had then forcefully woke herself up. The following day, she broke out of that mansion and killed Dimitri. She haden't been able to get a hold of Adrian. He had been right. She hadn't known whether or not he would forgive her. Finally she looked at the letter and began to read . . .

Little Dhampire,

I really don't understand where to start. Part of me is hoping that you won't get this, but if you're reading this, then I have something to say. I don't understand, please correct me if I'm wrong, but to me it seems like you would rather spend your life as a blood whore, to a Strigoi no less, then to finish your business and come home to me. I don't understand. You get angry with me for checking up on you, like I'm a bother. You yell at me if I show any concern. Rose the last time I visited your dreams, you were dressed in a ball gown with bruises covering your neck. I guess if that's how you wish to spend your life, then proceed. But if that is your choice, don't expect to hear much from me. As it stands, you won't be seeing much of me anyway, I'm going to live at court.

Adrian

Bringing herself back to the present, Rose put the letter back into her pocket. Where to go, where to go, where to go?

There wasn't really anywhere she could go. She dropped out of St. Vladimir'sAcademy, so they wouldn't let her stay. She had barely enough money to eat, let alone stay somewhere, and Adrian wasn't talking to her.

It hurt. She was actually surprised at how much it hurt. Dimitri's death hadn't hurt as bad as this.

Rose was shocked as the realization poured over her. His death hadn't hurt as bad as Adrian's rejection.

She sat down at a picnic table near the entrance of a park. Lying her head down on the cool table top, Rose closed her eyes and sighed.

What to do, what to do, what to do . . .