Hey all!
Firs time writing in a very very long time so excuse any of the really terrible mistakes I probably make. I don't have anyone to help me when writing at the moment - except on friend who is sadly on the other side of the country on a diffeerent timetable!
This chapter is just kind of...building up to what I want for this story. I realise that what is written are things that we all already know but...it is just my writing process I guess to get into the head of Rose.
PLEASE REVIEW! EVEN IF YOU HATE IT! I need to know what people think.
This story will not alter the world the Richelle Mead created and I hope to do it justice in my version of how I saw what happened after Shadow Kissed.
Enjoy!
Rahn
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My life had certainly not turned out how I had imagined it – not that I ever dwelled too much beyond the next week. Wasn't the planning type – more just a doer. If there was anything I wanted, I went and got it. Rose Hathaway, reckless, headstrong and stubborn. So – yeah planning ahead wasn't something that anyone really expected from me.
I did know a few things though, and these to me were written in stone. I would be Lissa's guardian and best friend until the day I died, either naturally (which no-one who knew me well would ever believe) or (the more likely option) protecting her from the many threats against her life. She was my other half, my bonded soul. She knew me and I knew her. She had protected me just as much as I protected her, though mine usually involved more violence.
The other person whom I planned out scenarios with, who I dreamed about a future with…Dimitri. My mentor, my teacher in life and love. He had taught me discipline…well attempted and partially succeeded. He was calm and considerate when I was angry and thoughtless. He helped me through the darkness that built up in me from helping Lissa. He knew me and I knew him. We were 2 parts of the one whole and for so very long we fought what we felt – him succeeding a lot better than I had. His status within the school playing a large role in his decision to keep me away – for which I do not blame him.
His resolve was so much stronger than my own though and when we were together it was like two currents colliding. It had only made me love him that much more, the way he fought to keep me at bay – for my own good. I was so much younger than him and he didn't think it wise. And then one night – we finally connected. That one night that everything had come together…and immediately fallen apart.
After that night the school had been attacked by a large group of Strigoi. Dimitri and I, returning from our brief time together in the cabin had been the first the discover the group – well I had. A new found talent of a Shadow-Kissed, nausea when Strigoi are near. I felt it, and was also warned by the ghost of a friend that "They're here". Dimitri grabbed me and ordered me to run, run and alert the other Guardians. Leaving him was the hardest thing I'd ever done, but I did it and in doing so saved many more lives.
But not enough. We lost numerous lives that night but certainly not the great numbers that could have been. Several students and teachers were taken during the attack and being kept for…who knows what. Lunch while they wait out the sunlight? New recruits for their Guerrilla Army?
We couldn't abandon them and so, we set out – Moroi and Dhampir – to save those whom were stolen from us.
We fought bravely and saved most that were captured but on our escape we misjudged the strength of the Strigoi. The numbers that they had remaining, hidden within the winding depths of the caverns. We were retreating back to the school, to the safety of the wards and that's when it happened.
I turned back to make sure that Dimitri was following – always the first into battle and the last to leave. A hero and God, a man of honour. I saw him emerging from the caves and our eyes met – "So close" we spoke to each other, knowing that soon we could be together again. My body ached from all of the battles and I could see the tell-tale signs beginning to show on him to and as fast as Dimitri had appeared – he was gone. Bitten and dragged back in by a Strigoi.
My cries could probably be heard in the heavens – my mother the only person able to control me, hold me back from running into those caves. She held my wrists, my waist – anything and every part of my body, pulling me back toward her, trying to get my attention on her "He's gone! He's gone Rose. I will not lose you too!" She held my face now, her eyes boring into mine. I could barely see though from the tears and pain I felt. "Run! We need to run!" and so again…I turned and ran from the man I loved.
My mother never let me go for fear that I would turn back. Once we were beyond the wards, we waited. I paced the edge of them for some time, hoping to see Dimitri walk back in with that strut he had perfect so well. I paced until I couldn't anymore. I'd gone to the church to…I don't even know. Pray? Ha. Now I need God. He's never shown himself to me before but right in that moment, I needed faith. Faith that Dimitri would be okay. Alive and in those caves when we went back. I fell asleep in the pews, my bodies need to rest finally winning out. I was awoken by Lissa whom informed me that there was still some time before they began the search.
She helped me shower and distract me for the next hour or so and then walked with me down to the wards. We weren't allowed to exit and we watched as the bodies of the dead were carried through…and then they stopped. I hadn't seen Dimitri come in. I ran to my mother, "Did you find him?!" She didn't look up from her clipboard but stopped what she was doing, pen poised over paper. After several agonising moments my anger got the best of me "DID YOU FIND HIM!? WHERE IS HE?!" and I smacked the board to the ground. She turned on me, her body straightening to look at me. Even though she was shorter, she had a way of making me feel small.
"No, Rose. We didn't find Dimitri's body"
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I have already written the next few chapters. So once I am happy with them I shall post xo