Heeey!,

So i got a bit a wee bit antsy.

and, i felt the neeed, the undying need to start this story.

Many people already have done it but, i love the idea and the storyline.

Disclamer ;

Rose: LET ME SAY IT.

Alyssa: No.

Rose: WHY?

Alyssa: Because, Dimitri's better... OH DIMITRI, say it *flutters lashes*

Dimitri: *sigh* Alyssa, doesn't own any of the characters, only the plot line.

Alyssa: ANDDD...?

Dimitri: REALLY? do i have to?

Alyssa: SAY IT.

Dimitri: And, she wish she owned me.

So, without any more wait.

CHAPTUHHH ONE.

PS. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

READANDREVIEW.

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xoxo, Alyssa.

It's been exactly, A year and a half.

It's been exactly, Eighteen months.

It's been exactly, five hundred and sixteen, days.

It's been exactly, Twelve thousand, three hundred and, ninety five, hours.

It's been exactly, Seven hundred forty three thousand, seven hundred, and thirty two, minutes.

It's been exactly, Four hundred, forty six million, two hundred forty thousand, and sixty nine, seconds.

Sense, I've had my life, and soul.

Sense, I've felt completely alive sense, I was alive. It's been exactly a year and a half, sense that bastard Russian left me, kidnapping my life and, soul as he simply walked away, more like strolled away. I can remember that day clearly, which isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes, I wish I couldn't others, I cherished it no matter what happened I still remembered that day, the way he looked then. Still haunts me. On the contrary to what others may have said, your heart still beats after its broken, shattered or, cracked. Though, those beats are all tantalizing, slow and, painful the beating of my heart no longer has rhythm, no longer holds the thumping that it used to. It's hallow, which is worse then broken because, hallow hearts harbor more places for pain to take over. I'd like to say that, I was a 'survivor' that I made it threw and, I was strong because of it. I wasn't. My heart only beats because, beating keeps me remembering. Let's me remember everything about him, even though my mind screamed for my heart to let go. My heart was traitor, I was gifted with the luck of a traitor heart.

Every night I let myself remember, our last treasured conversation, my last memory of my beloved god. It was also the last time, I remembered how it felt like to be alive, because during that conversation I died inside. Even when I was still living on the out, I knew I was no longer fully alive. It was worse then any other experience I had even felt, worse then any Strigoi trying to take my life, worse then dying literally. I was no longer a person, I was just a shell a shell, with a slow painful heart that barley beat. A traitor heart that still kept me alive, no matter what he said that day, exactly five hundred and sixteen days ago. It slowly kept on, for him.

I laid in my bed, thinking back to the last time I stared into those dark brown eyes that no longer held love for me but, held a wall even the, great Rose Hathaway couldn't break threw. The last time, I saw his enticing chin length hair tied into, his famous low ponytail. The last time, I saw his perfect, sculptured body stand before, in his classic duster, perfect. It was the only way to describe him, nothing else ever fit. Nothing else was ever worthy enough to be compared to him. I let myself fall into the memory once more, once more compared to the hundreds of times before at least, this time I wouldn't end up hysterical. Sense, I recently became hallow I, never felt anything anymore, no pain, or remorse, just a whole lot of emptiness going on all over my body. The only thing I felt was slow thump, weak and, defeated thump of my heart. Though this simple memory, I'd lived over and over, didn't hurt me anymore. Not anything compared to the antagonizing beating, if you could even call it that-I wish I could stop so badly going on, inside my body.

FLASHHHHHBACCCKKKKKKKKKK. -

It was early, to early. I'd woken up hours earlier just to make sure I wasn't late, for once. I yanked myself out of bed at a record time of; 5:37. I yawned as I neared the shower, which I was able to squeeze in before I got ready. Maybe getting up early, wasn't that bad. Anyway, you see, ever sense I'd saved him from the deadly Stirgoi infested caves we hadn't really had any time alone and, I defiantly didn't want to waste any of the time with him, I had. Even if it was strictly for training only, at six fifty I was on my way to the gym, showing up three minutes early actually. As I walked in, I already saw him in there, standing with his tall, muscular, sculptured body and, his entrancing eyes staring down on me. Though, they didn't hold the same intensity they used to, they seemed empty? What was that about.

"Comrade, are you alright?" I questioned him, obviously noticing, the worry in my voice and no doubt written all over my face.

"Rose, don't call me that." He stated, staring me down? Was he staring me down, it seemed as if he was. Something was defiantly not right at that moment I figured and, I needed to know what. I took a step close to him, only for him to counter step backward. What had I done? I'd given him EVERYTHING, my innocence even, let alone the fact that I, saved his life two weeks ago. He promised to stand by me, what was going on. It seemed as if he could sense my confusion and finally decided to speak up.

"Roz-Rose." He cleared his throat. "I'm leaving." He said in a monotone, which didn't sound to happy for going on a vacation, which he must be right? Of course, he was.

"Really? On a vacation? How long? Whe-." I asked, only to be cut off by his low voice almost whispering.

"I'm leaving for good, Rose. I'm going to guard Tasha." He said, his voice held nothing. No sorrow, longing, just empty, as empty as his deep, dreamy eyes.

I was at a complete and utter loss, I gave him everything only a mere fourteen days ago. How could he leave after he swore to be there for me. He told me he loved me and, took every last drop of my innocence from me. Why? I could feel my eyes becoming more and more watery as the seconds drew longer. He just stared at me, I saw threw my blurred vision. I wouldn't let this happen, I said pushing back my waterfall before, it started and who knows when it would stop.

"Why?" I spoke, my voice sounded nothing like my own. It sounded foreign and, completely different then anything I was used to. "You said you loved me.." I pushed seeing as he wasn't going to talk, my voice seemed to escalate extremely fast as I nearly screamed out my last words. "You promised me!, you lied to me, WHY give me a reason. Don't you stand there and stare at me, you want to leave me, go ahead. Not before you give me a reason, a reason that will make me stay here and not hate anything that leaves the memory of you!" I screeched. Traitor tears almost slipping out of the socket of my eyes, I wouldn't let him see me cry. 'GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF ROSEMARIE.' I screamed at my mind. 'I am the badass,'

'I break hearts,' 'Not the other way around, and I will not sit here and let myself breakdown, at least not in front of him, not in front of any man.' I yelled to myself almost being interrupted by the evil angel himself.

"I do not love you Rose, I used you, from the start. Sure, I felt for you but, it wasn't anything like love. It was lust, I am a man you know. I have needs, and wants. I wanted you, I had you. Now, time to move onto someone I love, someone who can give me what I actually care about. Someone who's name is Tasha Ozera, someone who isn't an immature girl. Someone who, can be a mother to my kids." He said, his voice held no kindness, now it held nothing but, fierce spite. It held nothing but loathing. I wished what he said was a lie but, can anyone be that good of a liar? That was something I truly doubted and, I was one of the best liars, I've ever met.

I stood there, trying to understand and comprehend what his, harsh, words ment. I still couldn't see a motive in his actions but, I guess didn't have to, he gave me one. His words repeated in my ear with a loudness of, a jackhammer logged into my brain. 'I do not love you Rose, I used you, from the start…' the emphasis on those words itself made me gasp for air. I felt like the world was crashing in, and I couldn't do anything other then the thing I knew best. Get revenge. Which was, exactly what I did. I quickly took a deep staggered breath, which regretfully held the smell of his aftershave all around it and, simply looked him in his chocolate, endless eyes and, punched him.

Right in his perfect sculpted nose.

I was never one to hold back, my anger.

But, I tried HELL, I tried for him.

Though, he pushed the limit.

He broke me, so I broke him.

An, eye for an eye.

Even though the quiet cracking noise that broke threw the silent gym, would never be the same as the loud shattering of my heart.

As it fell into pieces all over the wooden floor.

It will never be as painful as, when I walked out of the gym, realizing.

I left without, my life and soul.

All, I had left was a shattered, traitor heart.

And, traitor tears.

My body was my own traitor.

SOOO?

Was it alright?

I hope soo.

I'm sorry if the grammar wasn't up top notch.

Oh well, im not perfect.

:)

anywhoo;

SONG I LISTENED TO :

The quiet, by We The Kings.

andd,

Headlines Read Out, by We the Kings.

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xoxooxo again,

Alyssa.