Hi guys I'm back with my next story. As the summary says it's about Rose and Viktoria being attacked by Strigoi from Dimitri's past. It's told in both of the girls point of view. To clear things up all the events of the Vampire Academy series have happened, but none of the Bloodlines series have happened nor will they happen in this story. Please read, review, and enjoy:)

Chapter 1 - Rose

"It's going to be great," I said to Dimitri while pulling up my hair. This was the first time we were sparring since I got shot and he was a tiny bit hesitant.

"Just tell me if I hurt you okay?"

"Sure thing Comrade," I replied. "Oh and that worrying for my safety thing- keep it up. It's very sexy." That got a smile out of him. He has been doing that a lot, smiling. We began to spar. I had to admit I was a little rusty; getting shot in the chest will do that to you. Still I was a pretty even match for him. I knew every one of his moves, but in the same way he knew everyone of mine. We were connected in every way. It's what made practices with him so hard, fighting him during the field experience so difficult, and trying to kill him when he was Strigoi so painfully tough. Eventually he got an advantage over me. It was bound to happen with my strategy of sticking to defense. The best defense is a spirited offense they say and I had no offense what so ever. He had gotten me off balance with a punch to the shoulder. Easily Dimitri could've shoved me down and pinned me. However he was being cautious of my bullet injury and decided to miss the open opportunity. Luckily that in turn opened up an opportunity for me and I had no reservations about taking it. Moving very quickly I shoved my shoulder against him and he spilled onto the floor. I jumped on top of him, very clumsily I might add and then stuck my hands right above his heart. I had won.

"I bet pinning me hurt worse than if I had pushed you down," Dimitri said with a grim smile. He was right. I had landed so awkwardly on him that it really strained my chest.

"That's what you get for taking it easy on me," I mocked, trying to impersonate Dimitri's signature guardian stare.

"Hey you're the one who told me to continue fret about your condition. If I remember correctly you thought it was very sexy."

"One," I said walking closer to him, "Did you really just say fret? And two, there are other ways to be sexy." With that all jokes and flirtyness was thrown aside. Replacing it was pure lust, something Dimitri and I seemed to have a lot of. He pressed his lips to mine while his hands explored my body. It was absolutely electrifying. Our tongues battled for dominance and our bodies couldn't get close enough. I don't think I'll ever get sick of kissing Dimitri. Scratch that, I know I'll never get sick of it. Somehow his shirt came off and my finger tips traced over his perfect abs. I was pretty confident I would explode from happiness. Then we were interrupted.

Don't ever ask me how much I hate someone walking in on me and Dimitri. I will go on an hour long rant about my extreme dislike for it. I almost hate it as much as I hate my sleep getting cut short. Almost. The glare I gave Lissa when she coughed from behind would've sent most running to the hills, but she was used to it.

"Christian and I were just wondering if you wanted to come to dinner. Jill and Eddie will be there too." She spoke with a smile on her face and seemed over all happy. I still had to wonder if the darkness was just under her skin; ready to come out at any time. It was a scary thought considering I couldn't take it from her. I would gladly become shadow kissed and semi-crazy again if that meant I could have another way to help Lissa in the war against spirit.

"Yeah sure, we'll be there," I said turning back to Dimitri. I wasn't done kissing him yet.

"We are eating in 45 minutes. Don't be late," she advised before walking away. I leaped at Dimitri, but grinning he pushed me away.

"We have to shower Rose. And I know you'll want as much time as possible to get ready." It sucked how right he was. Maybe I could convince him we should shower together. You know, save some time?

I ended up showering by myself which was a disappointment. While it was Dimitri's turn, I slipped into a black pencil skirt with a red tank top and leather jacket. Lissa and I had recently gone shopping and my closet was stacked full with clothes for days when I didn't have to wear my guardian uniform. Dimitri walked out right when I finished blow drying my hair.

"Sexy," he muttered, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Is that the word of the day?" I asked. His breathe was hot on my neck and I seriously considered skipping dinner all together.

"I suppose it is," Dimitri answered, grinning into my hair. I loved these small moments where he was completely open. I've seen every side of Dimitri. Serious, closed off, lustful, romantic, but this side was my absolute favorite. He was open and calm and just genially happy. I appreciated these moments more than anyone could ever realize. I know there will be times when he becomes a stoic guardian again, but it's reassuring to know that we'll be able to fall back into our easy routine of being around each other. Once upon a time, like when Dimitri was a Strigoi or when he was denying his feelings for me, I had thought we had lost our connection. The connection that let us be so open with each other. Now that I know we have it, I'm never letting it go. Never ever.

We walked to the restaurant in court hand in hand. It was frustrating the way some still looked at us like we were freaks. At least once every time we walked out our door at the palace housing Dimitri had to calm me down and keep me from yelling at the people who stared. For the most part though everyone was tolerable, if not supportive, of two Damphirs being together. As we neared the restaurant Dimitri's phone rang. He pulled at it and the caller I.D. said international.

"Mama," he said into the phone. His family usually didn't call unless something important had happened so I was very curious. All of a sudden his voice turned frantic and he started speaking in Russian. I knew a small part of the language, but not enough to follow a conversation, especially a fast paced one. He ended the call and looked at me. I was shocked to see that he almost looked like he was going to cry.

"What?" I asked, searching his face for answers.

"My sister, Viktoria she's been attacked."