Rose wished she could split herself in two.
Love fades…
On one side, there was her first love, Dimitri Belikov. Dark, brooding, controlled, he had shown her everything. She had grown up with him, become a woman because of him. They were two halves of the same soul. When they were together, nothing else mattered. Everyone else was a temporary distraction. Him… he was the first, and he would be the last. How could it end any other way?
Strong…yet caring. Forbidden. Protective. Vulnerable. Fierce. Loving. Passionnate. Brilliant. Dimitri Belikov was all these things. She was indebted to him. He had helped her get through so much. She owed her life to him. Not her only her life. Her sanity.
And her affection for him never faltered. Not when he told her he didn't love her. Not when he turned Strigoi, undead. Not when he drank her blood. Not when he told her he had moved on. Because a part of her knew he hadn't. Knew he never would.
Even though maybe he should.
What was the sun, compared to Dimitri Belikov's eyes? Two dark mirrors, mirrors of her own soul. They were one and the same. So perfect together.
But then there was
Love grows…
Adrian Ivashkov. Every day she discovered a new side to this notorious playboy. Once upon a time, she had thought him shallow, vain, uncaring. Selfish. Spoiled.
But now, she knew she was wrong. Oh so wrong.
He wasn't dark or sultry. He wasn't muscular; lithe rather than stocky. His palms weren't callused, and his skin favoured Moroi palor over the sun's golden tan. All these things that had bothered her before, made her unable to love him… Well, they didn't matter so much anymore, she found out.
Not when you considered his surprisingly gentle personality. Or how he had gone out of his way to help her, always. How he had quit all his bad boy vices for her. How he had waited and waited for her, just as she had waited for Dimitri. How his face lit up just at seeing her, even as he tried so hard to hide it.
And those green eyes that conveyed so much, that tousled brown hair he spent so much time styling, that lazy smile, that easy banter… she never would have gotten through her doubt and uncertainties without those constant fixtures. She knew how badly he wanted to be loved. It was a need she shared. He wasn't bad to her. He gave her everything she could ever want, if she could only chose to accept it. He didn't care what others thought. He didn't let anyone get between them, anyone except her. She was his only weakness. Just as Dimitri made her tougher, Adrian made her lighter. More luminous. And all his love was invested in her. And her love, well…. It grew for him every day they spent, together or apart.
My first official fanfiction. Hope you like it! Please comment, I'd love to hear from you :) And I think you can see on whose side I am (though I respect Dimitri, I really think Adrian isn't given a fair shot). This was written before reading Last Sacrifice, btw.
