The Color Beige
By: RavenPhoniex
Summary: After finding Dmitri waist deep in her own mother Rose has to find someone else to lean on. That someone else just so happens to belong to someone else, what about when that certain someone else doesn't even know what gender he prefers let alone which girl?
Author's note: this will be rated M for Rose's whorish tendencies, sporadic lemons, language, themes, and all the rest of that jazz. This is not for lollipop pusher children ^^ there's your warning. Other than that enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own VA Richelle Mead does….lucky lollipop.
Chapter 1: MILF
Rose POV
"…Ssh Janine…someone will hear," it was Dmitri's voice leaking through the large mahogany door. It was cracked so I took the liberty of peering through. My mother lay on all fours clutching a thick beige comforter, tears in her eyes as Dmitri…MY Dmitri pounded her senselessly without any indication he planned to stop. I'd love to say I pulled out my stake, chopped off his dick and waved it at him…but I didn't, sadly enough. He through his head back, going faster and faster into my mother's ass and I stood there the entire time. When he finally finished his face heated, she cried out, and they collapsed together in the bed. I blinked a few times, dropped the dress I was returning to my mother, and bolted down the hallway. What I saw…I didn't really see. I was dreaming, but who really dreamt about their mom getting pounded? No one. I found myself in-front of Lissa's door, banging relentlessly. She opened it lazily. When she appeared her pale blonde hair stuck to her face in some places, the rest was pulled into a bun. Her slight frame was covered in a pink robe, but I didn't take in the signs until I barged in and saw Chris giving a standing ovation from beneath her blanket. He swore and sat up trying to cover his nine inch to no avail. Everyone was getting laid tonight!
"Rose are you-," I pushed past her and she barely grabbed my arm before I bolted. She hissed to Chris to take care of him-self in the bathroom and she brought me back inside, "what happened? You know Friday is our night." She put emphasis on our, meaning her and Chris.
"I was walking to return my mom's dress and…" I told her what I saw in explicit detail, at some points she cringed, but at other's she simply seemed disgusted.
"So your mom is…doing your boyfriend?" well that summed it up nicely, now all she had to do was tell me it wasn't true.
"Yeah…" she stared at me for a few more seconds when Chris came outside, he somewhat scowled at me, but didn't say anything. I felt vulnerable and weak asking her for a favor, but I steeled myself to do it regardless, "I know it's your night and all…but please…Lissa do you mind my staying over?"
"Of course not Rose, it'll be a slumber party." She squealed. I smiled gratefully just as Chris stood.
"Rose can I talk to you…outside," He sounded pissed enough, so I stood without question. When the door closed behind us he pinched the bridge of his nose. His shaggy black hair made his ice blue eyes glow almost. Another deep breath was taken until he steadied his temper, "why would you pull a stunt like that?" he hissed, "You always say you can handle your own problems then you turn around and pull this. I told you what I had planned for today…like what the hell?" That's when it clicked.
"Oh my God Chris I'm sorry! I totally forgot!" he rolled his eyes at me.
"That's exactly why you can't stay," Harsh. I swallowed. He was right; I could take care of myself no matter how I dreaded going back to the room I shared with Dmitri.
"Okay, give me a moment," I opened the door to face a furious Lissa.
"Christian Ozera get away from here! I cannot believe you would say something like that to my best friend!" she was screeching like some type of wild monkey.
"But Lissa I-," she cut him off right there.
"Get away!" she demanded. He lost his temper for a second, she shoved him as hard as her dainty arms would allow, and he retaliated. I blinked and she was knocked out, sprawled across the floor. His eyes widened.
"Lissa…shit," he dropped to her side, lifting her head in his arms. Her pale green eyes didn't flutter open as they usually did. That's when we noticed the blood. It was leaking everywhere, tainting the beige carpet. I was really beginning to hate beige. I scanned the room for a phone calling the nurse at court. She rushed over, but in her snail like race to the dorms Chris and I wrapped her head in a t-shirt. Something had to stop the bleeding.
"Chris why the hell would you hit her like that?" I knew why. He had been taking the Darkness from Lissa, claiming he could handle it better that two emotional girls. He lost control for a second.
"I….I don't know," he stammered. The door flung open fifteen minutes later and the chubby nurse came lumbering in. She had a gurney, three paramedics, an IV, and a couple other essentials with her. Unfortunately she also happened to bring Dmitri and Janine with her. In all honesty they probably just saw the commotion and followed it, when they saw me they released the other's hand. I didn't have time for a confrontation so I focused on Lissa. Her breathing was shallow. Neither Chris nor I could follow due to our lack of relation so we forced to sit in front of her room worrying. I turned to Dmitri with a heavy scowl before trying to soften the look.
"Dmitri you have to get us-,"
"No,"
"What do you mean no," Chris growled. Dmitri looked less than phased as he said this; he looked almost bored until I jumped in front of Chris to stop him.
"We can get in on our own Chris…calm down." I demanded. He ignored me, 'gently' shoving me into a wall. I'd love to say it didn't hurt, but I was dizzy from the impact. Dmitri faltered for a second almost fearing the 6 foot 2 teenager until he realized he had Guardian training while Chris may or may not be able to throw a proper punch. Regardless of certifications he assessed the raven haired teen differently; his wolfish demeanor had us all worried, like he'd attack anything in his path. (a.n. / no Chris is not a werewolf anyone who suggests such will be instantly set on fire.)
"If I take you…what's in it for me?" he asked sourly. Chris managed to bring in the crazy long enough to make intelligent conversation.
"How about me not ripping you apart,"
"Chris, be decent." I hissed. Dmitri rolled his eyes.
"Not good enough,"
I growled before standing, my hip screamed in protest, but I didn't listen.
"Well how about me not telling the entire court in vivid details about how you fucked my mom in Queen Tatiana's old bed?" this got a reaction.
"What are you talking about?" he stammered. His face heated up despite his guardian mask falling into place.
"I saw you Dmitri. You left the door open."
He swore biting his lip, "Roza I didn't mean-,"
"If you tell me about how you accidently fucked my mom I swear to God Chris and I will decapitate you right now where you stand." Mom stood protectively in front of him, but I waved her off. She was no threat to me anymore. He fell silent.
"Follow me," he began walking, Chris and I in tow. Chris was back to normal, so he took my hand in a gentle way. He could probably feel the turmoil rolling off of me in waves as I lay my head against his shoulder. We walked together like that in the darkness until we reached the hospital like area of the court. That was when we separated. Even if we understood that it was a simple friendly gesture, others would not. Dmitri showed his pass, ushering us before him. Lissa was in the third room to the right. At the moment she was hooked up to an air mask, pumps hummed almost silently to the left, and she lay in the bed looking helpless. Anger rose in me toward Chris until I turned to yell at him it all vanished. His head lay in his hands.
"Rose what have I done?" A doctor came in with a clip board.
"Who am I speaking with?"
"Rose Hathaway and Chris Ozera," I responded, Chris was sorta not in the position to talk.
"Well, she suffered severe blood loss in her brain…if she makes it out of the coma she will be a mentally retarded and physically disabled vegetable." He put so much emphasis on if that Chris sunk deeper into his own despair.
"Is there any bright side?" I asked quietly. He shook his head slightly.
"Whatever knocked her into that brass lamp must have hit her hard. There's a 12 percent chance she will make it out of this alive. You should prepare yourselves for the worst." He warned. It took him a few moments to check out her vitals and stuff before he smacked his gums and left the room. Chris trembled uncontrollably as he reached out to her.
"Chris are you-," my question was answered as crystal tears poured down his face uncontrollably. He looked like a child. I swallowed all uncertainty, hurt, and everything else that could cause me to break down in front of him and held his trembling hand. In an effort to retain whatever manly gusto he had left he pulled me into his chest. I took his offered comfort, maybe he'd cope better without me trying to be the man. He gently rubbed my upper back as I pat his chest gently. There was nothing more pure in that moment than the genuine, mutual pain we felt toward the entire subject. He stroked her hair gently, still clutching me close to him. We stayed there all night until the doctor came back in a choice.
'We can keep her on life support…or we could pull the plug.' Chris didn't hesitate with his response.
"Pull it,"
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