Ok guy's I know I haven't finished my other story, but I'm kind of in a slump on it. So I decided to write this one. Now if you have ever read the Black Dagger Brotherhood series then you know this is Bella, and Zsadist's story but I thought that it would go well with Dimitri and Rose as well. It is kind of a crossover between the two. The story has all of VA's characters but the plot is BDBH's.

Rose and the rest of the gang are vampires but have to feed from the opposite sex of their race, and are constantly hunter by the lessening society, the undead. Rose isn't the badass we all know her to be, but Dimitri, Adrian, Christian, Eddie are all very much bad ass. Now some of the characters are mine since there was none in the VA series I could use.

Dimitri is definitely in a different light in this story and very OOC but I guess we will see how it works out.

Let me know what you think of the story, whether I should continue or not bother with it at all. Review!

I do not own Vampire Academy, or Black Dagger Brotherhood!

Love you guys!

Chapter One

"Damn it, Dimitri! Don't jump—'

Adrian's voice barely carried over the sound of the car crash in front of them. And it definitely didn't stop his twin, Dimitri, from jumping out of the Escalade while the vehicle was still flying fifty miles an hour.

"Eddie, he's out! One-eighty us!"

Adrian's shoulder slammed against the window as Eddie sent the SUV into a controlled skid. The headlights swung around and caught Dimitri rolling on the snow-covered asphalt in a ball. Split second later he sprang to his feet and hauled ass, gunning for the steaming, crumpled sedan that now had a pine tree for a hood ornament.

Adrian kept an eye on his twin and went for his seat belt. The lessers they'd chased out to Portland's rural edges might have just had their ride screwed by the laws of physics, but that didn't mean they were out of commission. Those undead bastards were durable.

As the Escalade heaved to a stop, Phury popped his door while going to his Beretta. No telling how many lessers were in the car or what kind of munitions they had. The vampire race's enemies traveled in packs and were always armed—holy hell! Three of the pale-haired slayers got out, and only the driver looked wobbly.

The goat-fuck odds didn't slow D down. Suicidal maniac that he was, he headed right for the undead triangle with nothing but a black dagger in his hand.

Adrian tore across the road, hearing Eddie pound it out behind him. Except they weren't needed.

As silent flurries swirled in the air, and the sweet smell of pine mingled with leaking gas from the busted car, D took down all three lessers with just the knife. He sliced the tendons behind their knees so they couldn't run, broke their arms so they couldn't fight back, and dragged them across the ground until they were lined up like gruesome dolls.

Took four and a half minutes tops, and including stripping them of their IDs. Then Dimitri paused to catch his breath. As he looked down at the oil spill of black blood smudged across the while snow, steam rose from his shoulders, a curiously gently mist teased by the cold wind.

Adrian holstered the Beretta on his hip and felt nauseous, like he'd hammered a six-pack of bacon grease. Rubbing his sternum, he looked left, then right. The road was dead quiet this time of night and this far outside of Portland. Human witnesses were unlikely. Deer didn't count.

He knew what was coming next. Knew better than to try and stop it.

Dimitri knelt down over one of the lessers, his scarred face distorted with hatred, his ruined upper lip curled back, his fangs long as a tiger's. He would of looked like the grim reaper, like death, with the hollows under his cheek bones, but his hair kept him from that. He had long dark hair that touched the underside of his chin. Wearing only a black turtleneck and loose black pants, he was more armed than dressed: The Black Dagger Brotherhood's signature blade holster crisscrossed over his chest, and two more knives were strapped on his thighs. He also sported a gun belt with two SIG saucers.

Not that he ever used the nine-millimeters, though. He liked to get personal when he killed. Actually, it was the only time he ever got close to anyone.

D grabbed the lessers by the lapels of its leather jacket and jerked the slayer's torso off the ground, getting mouth-to-mouth tight.

"Where is the female?" When there was no answer other than an evil laugh, D cold cocked the slayer. The crack echoed through the trees, a stark sound like a branch snapping in half. "Where is the female?"

The slayer's mocking grin jacked D's rage so high he became his own arctic circle. The air around his body grew magnetically charged and colder than the night. Snowflakes no longer fell anywhere near him, as if they disintegrated in the force of his anger.

Adrian heard a soft rasp and glanced over his shoulder. Eddie was lighting up a hand-rolled, the tattoos around his left temple and the goatee around his mouth getting highlighted in the orange glow.

At the sound of another fist pop, Eddie took a deep drag and shifted his ice blue eyes over. "You okay there, Adrian?"

No, he wasn't. D's savage nature had always been the stuff of a morality tale. But lately he'd become so violent he was hard to watch in action. The bottomless, soulless pit of him had been on a rampage ever since Rose had been abducted by the lessers.

And still they hadn't found her. The Brothers had no leads, no info, no nothing. Even with D's hard-core questioning.

Adrian was a mess about the abduction. He hadn't known Rose for long, but she'd been so lovely, a female of worth from the highest level aristocracy within the race. Though to him she'd been more than her lineage. So much more. She'd reached beyond his vow of celibacy to the male beneath the discipline, stirring up something deep. He was as desperate as Dimitri was to find her, but after six weeks, he'd lost faith that she'd survived. The lessers were torturing vampires for information on the Brotherhood, and like all civilians, she'd known little about the Brothers. Surely she would have been killed by now.

His only hope was that she hadn't endured days and days of hell before she went unto the Fade.

"What did you do with the female?" Dimitri growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was a "Fuck you, " D pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard.

Why Dimitri cared about a missing civilian female, no one in the Brotherhood could understand. He was knows for his misogyny…hell, he was feared for it. Why Rose mattered to him was anyone's guess. Then again, no one, not even Adrian, as his twin, could predict the males reactions.

While echoes of D's brutal work cut through the isolation of the forest, Adrian felt himself cracking under the interrogation even as the lessers stayed strong and gave up no information.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," he said under his breath.

Dimitri was the only thing he had in his life other than the Brotherhood's mission to protect the race against the lessers. Every day Adrian slept alone, if he slept at all. Food gave him little pleasure. Females were our because of his celibacy. And every second he was worried about what Dimitri would pull next and who would get hurt in the process. He felt like he was dying from a thousand cuts, slowly bleeding out. A target by proxy for all his twin's murderous intent.

Eddie reached out with a gloved hand and clasp Adrian's throat. "Look at me, my man."

Adrian glanced over and cringed. The brother's left eye, the one with the tattoos around it, dilated until there was nothing but a black void.

"Eddie, no…I don't…" Crap. He didn't need to hear about the future right now. Didn't know how he would handle the fact that things were only going to get worse.

"The snow falls slowly tonight," Eddie said, rubbing his thumb back and forth over a thick jugular vein.

Adrian blinked as an odd calm came over him, his heart slowing to the rhythm of his brother's thumb. "What?"

"The snow…it falls so slowly."

"Yes…yes, it does."

"And we've had a lot of snow this year, haven't we?"

"Uh…yes."

"Yeah…lot of snow, and there's going to be more. Tonight. Tomorrow. Next month. Next year. The stuff comes when it comes and falls there it will."

"That's right," Adrian said softly. "There's no stopping it."

"Not unless you're the ground." The thumb stopped. "My brother, you don't look like the earth to me. You're not stopping him. Ever."

A series of pops and flashes broke out as D stabbed the lessers in the chest and the bodies disintegrated. Then there was only the hiss from the shattered car's radiator and the heavy pump of D's breathing.

Like a wraith he rose from the blackened ground, the blood of lessers streaking his face and his forearms. His aura was a shimmering haze of violence that warped the scenery behind him, the forest beyond him wavy and indistinct where it bracketed his body.

"I'm going downtown," he said, wiping his blade on his thigh, "to look for more."

It took Rose awhile to realize it, but she had a bizarre power over her captor, and after some time had passed, she'd started using it. At first she pushed him to test boundaries. Later she tormented him for no other reason than that she hated him and wanted to make him hurt.

For some reason the lesser who had taken her…loved her. With all his heart. He yelled at her sometimes, and he did terrify her when he was in one of his moods, but the harder she was on him, the better he treated her. When she withheld her eyes from him, he'd go into a tailspin of anxiety. When he brought her fights and she refused them, he wept. With increasing fervor, he worried over her and begged for her attention and curled up against her, and when she shut him out, he crumbled.

Toying with his emotions was her whole, hateful world, and the cruelty that fed her was killing her. Once she'd been a living thing, a daughter, a sister…a someone… Now she was hardening, setting like concrete in the midst of her nightmare. Embalmed.

Dear Virgin in the Fade, she knew he wasn't ever going to let her go. And sure as if he'd killed her outright, he'd taken her future. All she had now was just this God-awful, infinite present. With him. Nathan.

Panic, an emotion she had't felt for a while, surged into her chest.

Desperate to go back to the numbness, she concentrated on how cold it was in the earth. The lesser kept her dressed in clothes he had taken from her own drawers and closet, and she was insulated by long johns and fleeces and warm socks and boots. Except, even with all that, the chill was relentless, sneaking through the layers, burrowing into her bones, turning her marrow into an icy slush.

Her thought shifted to her house, where she had lived for such a short time. She remembered the cheery fired she'd made in the hearth in the living room and the happiness she'd felt to be on her own… these were bad visions, bad memories. They reminded her of her old life, of her mother…of her brother.

God, Denis. Denis had driven her crazy with all his domineering behavior, but he'd been right. If she'd stayed with the family, she never would have met Lissa, the human that lived next door. And she never would have crossed the meadow between their houses that night for a walk. And she never would have run into the lesser… so she never would have ended up both dead and breathing.

She wondered how long her brother had looked for her. Had he given up by now? Probably. Not even Denis could keep going for so long without hope.

She bet he'd looked for her, but she was glad in a way that he hadn't found her. Although he was highly aggressive male, he was a civilian and liable to get hurt if he came to rescue her. Those lessers were strong. Cruel and powerful. No, to get her back it would take something equal to the monster that had taken her.

An imagine of Dimitri came to mind, clear as a photograph. She saw his savage black eyes. The scar that ran down his face and distorted his upper lip. The tattooed blood-slave bands around his throat and wrists. And his muscled, too-lean body.

She though of his vicious, uncompromising will and all of his high-test hatred. He was terrifying, a horror of her species. Ruined, not broken, in the words of his twin. But that was what would have made him such a good savior. He alone was a match for the lesser who'd taken her. Dimitri's kind of brutality was probably the only thing that could have gotten her out, though she knew better than to think that he'd ever try to find her. She was just some civilian whom he'd met twice before.

And the second time, he'd made her swear she would never come near him again.

Fear closed in on her, and she tried to bridle the emotion by telling herself that Denis was still searching for her. And that he would call upon the Brotherhood if he found any clues as to where she was. Then maybe Dimitri would come after her, because he was required to, as part of his job.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" The shaky male voice was muted, the tone tinny.

It was the newest captive, she thought. They always tried to reach out in the beginning.

Rose cleared her throat. "I am…here."

There was a pause. "Oh, my God…are you the female that was taken? Are you…Rose?"

Hearing her name was a shock. Hell, the lesser had been calling her wife for so long, she'd almost forgotten she'd gone by something else. "Yes…yes, I am."

"You're still alive."

Well, her heart was still beating, at any rate. "Do I know you?"

"I-I went to your funeral. With my parents.

Rose started to tremble. Her mother and he brother…had put her to rest. But then, of course they would have. Her mother was deeply religious, a great believer in the Old World. Once she was convinced her daughter was dead, she would have insisted on the proper ceremony so that Rose could enter the Fade.

Oh…God. Thinking they'd given up and knowing they had were two such different things. No one was coming after her. Ever.

She heard something weird. And she realized she was crying.

"I'm going to escape," the male said with force. "And I'll take you with me."

Rose let her knees give out, and she slid down the ribbed wall of the pipe, that was in the ground that she was kept in, until she was lodged at the bottom. Now she really was dead, wasn't she? Dead and buried.

How horribly appropriate that she was stuck in the earth.

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