Disclaimer: I do not own VA
RPOV:
"We need to be together."
"Why?" I looked at him desperately, clutching the rail.
"Because..." he paused and stared into my eyes for a long moment. "Because I love you," he finally said.
I let out a cry that was a mixture of disbelief, relief, and love. At the same time, I felt as if the chains that were holding me back from accepting him had broken. He loved me. He wanted to changed me because he loved me. I fell into his arms, sobbing.
"Roza?" he asked, sounding coldly confused.
"Change me," I demanded, swiping at the tears. "Change me so we can be together forever." I need him to do this before I had a chance to think about my decision, to figure out how valid his statement really was. I knew if I had even a second to doubt, I would start second-guessing myself, and I couldn't handle that. Not when he finally told me that he loved me for the first time since we'd made love in the cabin, since the rescue mission, since I'd lost him forever. I had him back.
"Okay," he said simply, then we were flying.
"What-" I started.
"I want to do this right. You'll be changed in our room, in warmth and comfort and riches," he explained, already at the doorway to the house.
The flying sensation distracted me enough that I couldn't focus on anything but Dimitri and the hope that he didn't fall or run into something. But I knew he would keep me safe. He loved me.
We passed the library where I had escaped, filled with the bloody, dead bodies of Galina, Marlen, Nathan, and the unknown Strigoi. It all flew by in a flash of red and white. I'd always known my Dimitri as a badass, but this took him to levels I'd never witnessed before.
We reached our rooms in no time at all, passing the broken doors in the blink of an eye.
As soon as we reached our room, Dimitri set me down and tore off my dress and hoodie. I looked at him, shocked.
"This will not do for my Queen. You need to be dressed in silk." He flashed over to the closet and pulled out one of the fanciest dresses he had gotten me. In the brief glimpse that I had of it, it appeared to be red silk and clingy, reminiscent of the dress Tasha had given me for Christmas. He was in front of me and pulling the dress over my head before I could so much as blink.
Once I was dressed, he sat down on the bed and pulled me to sit in front of him, brushing my hair away from my neck.
"My Roza," he crooned, the words and attempted tone mixing oddly with his icy voice.
The beginning of foreboding began creeping into my mind.
"Dimitri -" I started to say, but he interrupted me.
"Don't fret, my darling. All will be well soon." Then he bit into my neck.
A/N: Um, well, I know I should be working on my stories, and I am, I really am. I'm about halfway through the next chapter of Never Too Late and a bit of the way into the next chapter of Until the End. I just had the urge to write this.
I know, really short. At the moment, this is all this is. I'm thinking about making it a two-shot, but that's up to you. Let me know if you want me to continue this!