Her Russian God
Here's the one thing I have to point out so you guys don't get confused: Rose and Dimitri don't know they're Vampire just yet!
Dimitri's POV. Getting to know Rose.
I had only been living in my dead uncle's house (or maybe mansion was a better word for it), that he left us in his will, when I saw her. My next door neighbor. She had a bow and arrow in her hands and was absolutely beautiful. Her long curly, blonde-streaked light brown hair hung down her back. It shined in the sun and the bits that dangled in her face contrasted nicely with her beautiful green eyes and sun tanned skin. She had reached the target and picked up a basket full of arrows before walking about three meters back. It was ages away from the target, so she had to be pretty good if she was actually going to hit it. She aimed, then released. With a crack, the arrow landed cleanly in the bulls eye. Only one word came to my mind: wow. She continued shooting until the basket was empty. Every other arrow landed in the bull eye along with the first one.
She had just pulled all of the arrows out when a tall, well-dressed lady with short dark red curly hair came to the back door. I assumed she was the girl's mum.
"Rose. Get Maddie, would you? Her piano teacher is here," she called out. "Ok. She'll be there in a minute!" the girl called back. So her name is Rose. It's beautiful and fit her perfectly. Rose left the arrows and walked across the huge, well maintained and overly-green yard to a gigantic gymnastic trampoline that I didn't even notice. The child doing flips on it was skinny and blonde. She only looked about eight or nine years old. Rose spoke to her and with a loud 'Yay!', the young girl ran to the door the lady had disappeared back into. Rose didn't go back to the arrows, she walked over to an in ground pool that was (weirdly) covered by a gazebo instead. She took off her army-style dress, revealing her pink and purple rip-curl bikini and draped her dress over the safety gate before jumping in the water. Rose swam a couple of laps before doing a dance style whatever it was. It was really interesting to watch. When the routine was finished, she started doing it again. When she decided to get out, I stepped off our balcony and across our new (and huge) yard to the fence. Rose grabbed a fluffy white towel out of the cupboard and headed back toward the door before she noticed me. I waved (dorkishly) at her.
"How long have you been standing there?" she asked in her angelic voice. I was going to tell her 'not long', but something about her made me tell her the truth.
"Since you were shooting arrows," I replied as she started across the yard toward me. Shooting arrows? God, why did I sound so dorky?
"That was a while ago. Why have you been looking at me that long?" she asked, hanging her arms over the fence. Now that she was closer, I noticed all of her piercings. She had six in her ears, one in her bottom right lip, left nostril, and one in each cheek. In anyone else, they would have looked terrible, but in her, they looked normal. Even the cheek ones. She was the first person I have ever met that had her cheeks done. Again, I had that feeling that I had to tell her the truth.
"I honestly don't know. Something about you made me stop and look," I told her. She frowned.
"I've never had that effect on anyone before," she said to herself more than me. She held her hand up.
"Anyway, I'm Rose," she added.
"Rose, nice to meet you. I'm Dmitri," I replied, shaking her hand. I was surprised at how soft her skin was. She smiled.
"Cute name. You have a funny accent. Where you from?" she asked, letting go of my hand.
"Russia. We moved to Australia about a year ago. My dad got a better job. He brought a house here, then my Mum caught him with someone else. My uncle died about two months ago and left us everything," I replied. I really don't know why I told her all that, but I had a feeling that she was interested. The tone of her reply told me that she was.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Where you close to them?" I smiled at the memory of my uncle. He was like the father that was always too busy for me and my sisters.
"Uncle Dean. He was like my father. My real dad was never around. He worked as a pilot and always at work. Uncle Sean always had time for me and my sisters. What about your family?" I asked, suddenly sick of talking about my messed up home life.
"My mum is like your dad. Always got places to go, people to see. No for my brother, sister and me. My dad 'hurt' her too much. She does her own shit, depends on no one but her self, blah blah blah. The only reason she's at home today is because she's booked a luxury massage therapist to visit the house," she told me, saying the last bit rather stuck up. I laughed at her voice.
"I love your laugh. Hey, would you like to come over for a milkshake?" she said. I nodded. The idea of getting to know her made my heart jump.
"I'll just tell Mum," I added. She nodded her head and I jumped the fence after telling Mum that I was going next door. I followed her into the huge house. We walked into the designer kitchen. The kitchen was as big as the house's exterior and filled with top-of-the-range cooking utensils. A lady was tidying up baking trays and the smell of chocolate cake hung in the air. We sat on the stools that were adjoined to the huge counter that ran right through the kitchen.
"Hey there, Milla. This is Dimitri," Rose introduced us.
"Hello, dear. Nice to meet you," Milla said warmly.
"It's nice to meet you, too," I replied, also smiling.
"Oh, Rosie, look at that. Polite and handsome. Hang onto him, he's a keeper," Milla said. What was she implying?
"Milla, he's not my boyfriend," Rose said, blushing.
"We only met today," I added. Milla looked like her mind wasn't going to be changed, though.
"Now, Rosie. Don't be so close-minded. The sooner you leave that idiotic excuse for a boyfriend, Drew, the sooner you can be with him." She said Drew as if it literally hurt her to.
"Now, Mills, don't be like that. He's good for me," Rose insisted.
"The only thing that boy is good for is showing you the path to jail," she said. I looked at Rose. She looked at Milla nonchalantly.
"Those body piercings are a prime example of what that boy's good for," she added.
"I love my piercings and got them all on my own account," Rose told her, poking her tongue out. There was another bit of metal in that, too.
"They look terrible. I'm surprised your mother hasn't said anything about them yet." Rose's nonchalant look disappeared so quickly, I had to wonder if it was even there to begin with. Rose's face hardened with hatred.
"My mother isn't around enough and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention her again!" Rose snapped.
"Forget the milkshake, Dimitri," Rose said, dragging me out of the kitchen. The beautiful sound of the piano filled the air.
"Why couldn't we hear that in the kitchen?" I asked.
"The house is too big for to be heard in every room," she said simply as she guided me through the expensively furnished house and into her room.
The room just as big as my whole house back in Russia and expensive as the rest of the house.
"Wow," I could help saying. Rose looked at me.
"I'm guessing you haven't been rich very long?" she asked, saying the word rich as if it were poison.
"Since my uncle died. He gave us entire state. You don't like being rich?" I asked as she walked across her gigantic room and plonked herself on the swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. Her face turned really bitter.
"I would trade all this to have my dad back. Mum kicked him out about two years ago. They used to be so in love. Until she made it big as a fashion designer and started dedicating her life to her work. Now she's a chronic money spender. Everything has to be expensive just because she can afford it. My dad moved to Hawaii with his new girlfriend and I only get to see them during the school holidays," she explained. I sat on the gigantic water bed and listened as she talked.
"Just like that bed you're sitting on. It's the cheapest in the whole house and it costed four grand." That was a lot to spend on just a bed.
"Wholly shit," I replied.
"I know. So what kinda music do you listen to?" she asked, turning on the Macbook laptop.
"Anything with a good beat." Nodding, she placed her hand on the mouse.
"I love Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. Have you heard it?" she asked. I nodded.
"My sister Viktoria has it on her iPod, phone, Xbox. Any other gadget that is capable of having music on it," I answered.
"Christian and Maddie are the same with their Simple Plan and Miley Cyrus."
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