The absence of the scent of his aftershave in the air was both disappointing and devastating. Now, all that filled the air was liquor. Damn, Adrian. Was he ever sober? Not that his annoying –and yet some how charming- personality would be any different, but at least it would smell a whole lot better. Now that Dimitri was Strigio, who would I turn too? Adrian seemed to be the only guy in my life who I did not yet harm.
"Little Dhampir, you okay? I don't like seeing a a frown destroy your stunning face." He stroked my cheek. Liquor! I could smell it from a mile away, though this time it wasn't exactly beer, it smelt like a sweeter drink, but probably just as cheap. "Am I okay?" I shot him a wow-where-have-you-been look. Dimitri was a blood sucking demon, and he was asking if I was okay. "NO! I am not okay! Dimitri is one of them now! And you are still flirting with me? Have some feelings beside lust, will you?" Harsh? Yeah, but my love was now dead and wanted not only my blood, but anyone's blood. "I know, but being cruel wont save him."
"Well sitting here wont either!"
"Look, you go after him alone, and you can bet you will end up just like him!"
"At least, I will be with him."
I was determined and ready, I was throwing all my stuff into a bag, when Adrian grabbed my arm. Not only had the sudden touch surprised me, but his strength. I was still stronger, but he put up more of a fight than I expected. He was lucky when I tripped over a silk dress on the floor. The silk dress Tasha gave me. When I tripped and landed on the bed, Adrian was on top of me. "Well, this may help." He murmured as another smartass sly smile began to form over his pale lips. I exhaled in disgust. "Get off of me!" I wiggled enough to get him to roll over, but I did not enjoy the new position much more. Me on top of him. He wouldn't let go of my wrists so I really couldn't break away, not even when I felt his excitement downstairs. We both looked down at what was happening. "Sorry," he blushed, "But I have been waiting for this. Plus, you are sexy when you're angry." He was so drunk. But too drunk, It seemed he was getting stronger, not only physically, but mentally. I was actually starting to think indecent thoughts about him. He was still showing the same excitement. "Oh great, another lustful spell." I thought to myself. My thoughts were reluctant, but my actions weren't.
I dove in for a kiss.
2. Adrian didn't fight it. In fact, he encouraged it. His grasp loosened around my wrists, and tightened around my hips. "Well, still not into older guys?" he smirked as he returned to kissing me. What was with me, seconds ago I hated Adrian as I always had. Now, we were on the verge of having sex. I admit, Ivashkov wasn't bad looking, but…..well there wasn't a but right now. It was like how Dimitri and I were. Dimitri! That is what I was talking about. Adrian rolled over, so that he was on top of me. He started unbuttoning his blue shirt, revealing surprisingly toned abs. He was actually gorgeous. He looked at my top. "That top would look a whole lot better on the floor." He bit his lip as the last word escaped his mouth." This situation was just like something before. Something with someone. Something with Dimitri. Dimitri! I realized it was like that night I went to his room and we were lustful and only wanted each other. "Oh no. Not again." I thought to myself. Adrian rolled so that he was on top of me. He took of my top and admired my body. He smiled, "More amazing than I had ever imagined." As he threw the shirt, the breeze it left smelt so hypnotizing. It was the perfume given to me from Adrian, "Amor Amor" I whispered. "Hmmm?" Adrian probably would have said more if he hadn't been kissing my chest over and over and over. I tried regaining my thoughts but god, Adrian was damn sexy. I bit my lip as I took control. I pushed Ivashkov down and began taking his pants off. "No belt? Hmm." I thought to myself. "Less work for me." I unzipped and threw them onto the floor. He did the same to my pants. I giggled as I imagined what we were about to do. He climbed back on top of me, and kissed my neck. I felt a sharp pinch and then ectasy took over. He was sucking my blood. I loved it. I moaned in delight of the sweet pain. "Little Dhampir." He gasped as he came up for air. I knew this was wrong, oh so so wrong. But it felt so good. I wont say right, because this was anything but. Adrian finished, and it was my turn. I was in charge now. I pushed him off of me, catching him off guard. "You know, I may be little but I am strong." I teased. "Oh I know. But why do you still have clothes on? You know that bothers me." We both chuckled then continued. We were about to get serious when the door flung open. A tall dark shadow stood there. It could only be them. Who else?
Who else would it be besides Dimitri? My Strigoi Russian Bad-Ass Dead God.
3. "Shit." I said as I rolled off of Adrian and threw on my sweats. Adrian panicked and hid under the covers. In a bra and sweatpants, silver stake in my hand, ready to kill the love of my life. "How did you get in Dimitri?" I asked, using the same sarcastic tone I always did with him. "Haven't you heard? Everyone is so scared of Strigoi, besides I had some help. Moroi help. Compulsion is so great don't you think?" I was surprised but I tried not to show it, I failed. "Oh! Look, finally Roza is finally shocked. Fantastic!" he laughed a hearty laugh. I loved it, but hated it all at the same time. "Who helped you?" My words were crisp, and I knew it. "OH TASHA!" He called back in a sing song voice. She walked to the doorway, shy and timid. "Yup, same old Tasha. Not Strigio." I thought to myself. This is good. But she was scared of Dimka, well, of what he had become. To be honest, I was too. "Hey Comrade." I smiled, even though on the inside I was dying. "Oh, it has been too long. Who is this fella? Adrian Ivashkov? Well I see it did not take you long to get over me." Adrian popped his head out from the covers, "I knew it! I knew you 2 had a thing for each other!" I looked at him with the most menacing look I could, it was effective on Adrian, Dimitri only laughed again. "Still not giving up? Oh my Roza." He began to walk my way. I did not know what to do, I loved Dimitri, how could I ever kill him? Then I remembered, "This isn't the man I loved. This was a killer. He didn't care about me. He only wanted my blood." I had been so lost in thought I wasn't ready. I looked up and there he was, as gorgeous as ever. He radiated coldness off his pale skin, and his eyes shot through me like daggers. Those eyes were once a deep gorgeous brown, now they were just chillingly cold blood red eyes. They did not hold the same passion for anything, anything but killing. "Oh, Rose. How beautiful you are. I forgot how attractive you were. How defined your body is." He stroked my cheek with the back of his left hand. It send chills down my spine, good chills. I wanted him so bad, just as I wanted Adrian minutes ago. "Y-You have some balls, coming back for me. You know what you thought me. You know I can fight." I was struggling to not attack him, sexually. I was struggling even more thinking about how I needed to attack him AND kill him, in a non-sexual way. "I know what I thought you. But I also know you love me," He leaned over, his breath hot against my neck. Yet again sending chills down my spine, "I know you love me, and you could never, ever hurt me." He smiled as he kissed my neck, and walked behind me. "I loved my russian comrade, not my Strigio enemy. B-But I know, You have no feelings for me now. All I am is a blood whore in your eyes." He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. 'Finally,' I thought to myself, 'He could get him now. He isn't ready. Cmon! CMON! ' I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I tried to process a plan in my mind, that's when he turned me around so that I faced him, and gave me a long passionate kiss. A long FAKE passionate kiss. "Roza." He whispered. He began to toss my over his back, and I would have fought back, but his kiss was my kryptonite. I was dazed and confused. It was as if his kiss was my drug, he knew that too. I wasn't sure how or why, but then, I blacked out.
Last thing I remember seeing was Adrian run out the door as Dimitri walked away with me draped over his shoulder.
4. When I awoke, I wasn't fully aware of where I was. All I knew was the Dimitri had taken me. It also took me a while to realize, It was not Dimitri who had taken me, it was the monster he had become. "Damn it." I said as I sat up. "What the -?" I realized I was lying in a luxury bed, with some tiny, thin material night gown on. He couldn't just let me stay in my bra and sweats. I thought to myself, I would prefer being half naked, in this outfit, pff, might as well just be FULLY naked. I rolled my eyes at the weirdness of the situation and began to walk around. This room, it was familiar. I looked similar to the cabin were Dimitri and I- NO. I stopped myself from thinking about him as a Dhampir as much as possible, because I knew it would be the downfall of me. I needed to save my love from this nightmare. I felt that depressing feeling coming on, so I found the remote to the TV and turned it on. It was nice to have some background noise as I looked for a change of clothes. I searched in the closet, all the outfits were really…..girly. I came across a pair of really skinny jeans, and a clingy corset. Perfect, I thought as I again rolled my eyes and changed. I looked in the mirror, and I had to admit, I looked pretty damn good, bad-ass even. I was smiling, admiring the deep red corset, when I saw the door open in the mirror. I turned to face what he had become. I was surprised to see he still looked –mostly- like himself, minus the obvious white pale skin and red rings in his eyes. He looked like my comrade.