This takes place during 'Frostbite' and follows the other book and on (Idk, yet.) But I hope you like it, and please review. It feels good when someone comments on the story and if you see any grammar errors let me know.

Rose's POV

I was running form them. I was running in this black hole that never ended. I felt like I was running out of breath, but I could not stop. I had a feeling that if I stop they would get me. Take me back to the darkness, and never see the light of the sun again.

The dark shadows were coming at me. I could feel their plug to join them. But no matter what I felt that I belong with the, in the dark… The shadows were moving faster and faster, catching up with me, I could feel their bonny fingers touching my arms and face.

I could feel the freezing cold of them, the tender flesh of their rotten bones. And their scary faces. That death skull of them with hollow eyes and raw meat that was discomposing.

Run, Rose. Run, and don't look back. . . . I thought.

Just as I thought that I could get away from the dead. One of them, the ugliest son of a gun, was in front of me. I stop dead on my tracks. Looking straight at his dead face. Those bright black eyes that kept looking back at me. The dead people were touching me by now, I quiver at their touch. Then the one who was looking at me with knowing eyes came at me-

I woke up in a cold sweat. I gasped for air but it wouldn't come. My lungs were closing for each time I tried to breathe. My heart rate was beating quickly, echoing in my ears. I could feel my blood running like fire in my body. As if acid ran right inside it.

A throbbing pain formed in the middle of my stomach, making me twist in my bed.

Tears swell up in my eyes, and my vision blurred, but it wasn't because of the tears, though I started to see double. I started running out of breath when every bit of my body crouched in agony. And then, I felt much better. My breath came, in full gasps, my heart did hurt- but not as much as before, the fire in my veins was going away, and my vision started to get better. But the pain in my stomach was not getting any better at all.

It was getting worse, and suddenly my throat burn like hell . . . .

I lean over and throw my guts out.

To my horror. It was not what I expected. When I threw up. It was pure one hundred percent blood. My blood. It came freely out from my mouth to the floor. Choking me. Burning me. A pool of my own blood was decorating the floor, as if it was a carpet. A wine colored carpet. I felt dizzy from the blood lost, and fell down the floor. I instantly was bathing in it, my body was terribly shaking and I felt dizzy as imaginable. My head exploded in an agonizing pain that ripped all of it. As if someone was squeezing the juice out of it. But only worst.

I thought that I started to hallucinate, again. But I knew this time there were no tricks that my eyes played on me. It was not my imagination or a dream but I did see them, and they were in front of me. The same creatures that I saw in my dream were in front of me.

They were there, but not exactly there. Only the dark features of their human body shapes. The temperature in my room went freezing cold. And there was an unnatural darkness too. It seems that the dark corners of the room were darker than ever. And then they just disappear. Banished like fog leaving nothing but the darkness and cold.

After that, I could not sleep for the rest of the night (or day) . . . . .

Still there was no sleep for me. The horrid faces lurked in the shadows, swirling up at me like faces obscured in snow, and when I heard the wind blew an overhanging tree limb against the roof, I jumped.

I'm going crazy . . .

I looked down at my arms. They had broken out in goose flesh. Then I force myself to clean my pool of blood. I didn't want anyone to know about this, especially Lissa. She was too fragile right now to worry about my health. When she is on medication. But what I really wondered was what does it all mean? For me to dream about the dead, and then they come to my room and see my suffering. What does it all mean?

I could no longer contain it anymore, when nosiness call up to me. I was still in the floor, but now it was clean. Though I still could smell the blood I the floor, but the only thing that made the strong smell of blood strong, was myself. I was still with my bloody night clothes, and my skin was dry of it.

But this time when I fell in to the darkness, I could see nothing . . . . . Except that it was freezing cold. The kind of cold the goes all the way inside your bones, but its inevitable to keep yourself warm. A cold that could even kill you, from this low temperature.

Then I could hear trees. I heard the trees moving softly from the cold mild wind. The leaves were moving.

It's the forest, I thought.

The forest was here with me. But it felt so real, too real. This can't be possible, this is not a dream, and would never be one. I tried to open my eyes, and I was surprise from what I saw.

I was in the woods. Surrounded by lots of trees, though I was still in the Academy's territory. I felt fear of myself. What if I sleepwalk all the way here and could I have fallen and break my neck? I look down to run a little check up at me. I was still with my bloody night clothes, but now they were full of dirt. I saw scratches in my arms legs, back and the front side of my body. But not the face, the face I could feel nothing but more blood and mud in it. But this scratches were not made by the trees, the look more like knife and nails scratches. What the hell? Did I do this to myself while I was sleep? That was I crazy thought, I know but all I could ever think was that it was insane. No person right in their minds could have doe this, no one. Scare as hell I made my way back to my dorm without being seen. It was day still, but at this time most people are sleep right now.

Back at my room, I went straight to get some clothes and wash myself, and get ready for school . . . . .

Of course I didn't think that my day got any worse when Lissa told me that she might be going crazy, again.

We stood in the lobby of her dorm, I jerk my head up. Making the hair that covers my sleepless face to look straight at her. The only time I could go to sleep was during the school hours. So I took the chance to sleep right now from that weir experience I had just a few hour ago in my room and in the woods. And I was relief that I didn't have one of those dreams of the dead people. Feeling that I might pass put at any moment, I stood straight and chin high with my Rose Hathaway façade. A strong façade, that wouldn't show my weak state.

"I think that the pills might not be working as well anymore."

I leaned closer to her and brush my hair off my face. I was worry for her, but in these conditions she was more important than I was. What does it matter to sleepwalk? And have cuts all over your body? My conclusion to that was I could have fallen and hurt myself that way. So there is no need to worry about sleepwalking. But this, yes you could. Because it was not only her life that was in trouble, but mines as well. But she was my best friend and my chosen Moroi to guard the rest of my life. So she better be safe and in good health.

"Have you started. . . Have you stared to have your powers back?" she told me not to worry about it, but how could I not worry? She was my best friend and I had to protect her from the evil of this world. And talk about protection I was on my way to make a test for my Qualifier. That all novice juniors had to get to pass the year.

"Don't worry about me; I'll let you know if it gets worse."

"Okay." But I wasn't satisfied. So I reach for her mind and I could feel that darkness inside her. I tried to see more pass that but suddenly I felt a cold feeling that washed through me. Like cold water, and I was full of it. That darkness was invading my head and I felt a connection to it that spread gradually through my whole body. I felt sick and weak in an instant. I small freezing cold shudder ran through my body.

"You okay? You look nauseous all of a sudden. Rose, are you okay?"

This was weird I felt like I couldn't move and my body was shaking a little. I didn't know what was happening to me. But now it was going away, fading away. "Just nervous for the test." I lie. I reach out through the bond again, and the darkness that was there a few minutes ago has mysteriously disappeared. No a trace left of it. As if there has not been anything in there a while ago. Still shaking Lissa was leaning towards me for a good luck Hugh.

"You have to hurry if you don't want to be late," she said. "Good luck."

"Dam it. Okay I'm leaving, bye."

I hurried down across campus to find my sexy mentor . . . . . .

Lissa's POV

Rose didn't look as herself today. I watched as I told her that the pills weren't working. I could see that she looked weak and tire. But that look banished once I told her what was happening to me. To a strong one. I was telling the truth and I need someone to talk to. No one is better than your best friend, I felt safe with her. I know that she wont tell anyone about it, only if it gets out of control.

Form the entire night Rose looked haunted, weak, pale and scare. I watched her closely while she was sleeping in all her classes. She only has to sit and knocked herself out of the entire period. Until the bell rang, that is when she was fully awake.

Even Christian saw that weird attitude she had all morning. But the strangest thing was when we were talking about my problem. There was a tiny tingling in my head and that hasty cloud I had despaired completely. And freshness was filling inside me. I watched Rose closely but I could see nothing that could give her away that she was the one doing it. Her face features were the same as before. And she was shaking lightly, but nothing else. She was leaving now; she was so lucky that she could get to leave the campus. But I knew that she was going to an interview, which was not the same as shopping. But no matter what she was leaving campus. I would kill for that. I would like to go out of the academy walls and shop. And now it was more important because I wanted to look pretty for Christian. Heading back to the dorm I saw Christian there waiting for me. My heart skipped a few times every time I saw him. I love him, more than anything.

"Where is you hot-tempered bodyguard?" he asked giving me a kiss.

"She went to the Badicas family for an interview."

"Oh, well I hope she does Okay."

"I know she will. She always does." And I knew that for Rose this will be easy for her. She'll pass anything just to protect me. Since she is my guardian my best friend and more importantly a sister that I never had.

Dimitri's POV

She was late. She was always late. It was customary for her to be late, so I didn't mind that much. Actually I was glad of it, because every time I see her. Feeling inside of me starts to fill me confuse. I hated feeling this way, not that it was her fault, but it was. Since our few encounters we been together my head could not stop thinking about her. For some reason I always looked forward to see her in practice. But this was wrong, and I appreciated the fact that she too understood it completely. There were times when she practice in front of me that I could not look away and I wanted to get close to her, hold her, touch her, smell her, and kiss her tenderly.

I had to take control of this situation once in for all.

I looked down to check on the time, but more likely to distract myself from thinking about her. Okay, now she was really late than ever. Maybe she is scare of the interview, or more likely she ditched me. No, that was not Roza, she was brave and she'll do almost anything to protect Lissa.

I looked up to see her walking over me. She was walking slow, too slow. With that speed I would probably been rotten and full of worms by now. Now that I see her closely, she is looking pale and tired. Actually she looks sick, really sick. She had dark heavy circles under her eyes, her lips were not her normal color, they look purple. And the way she was walking was not normal either. She didn't have her cat walk, but a pain one, the one people usually get when they have been hurt. When she finally reached me, she was running out of breath.

"Yeah, yeah. I know am late sorry 'Kay? So, who else is going?" she asked, trying to control her breathing.

I shrugged. "Just you and me." Like I didn't say anything, she ignores the fact that we were going by ourselves. Then her face became the painful and trouble one that I saw a little while ago.

"How far is it?" I couldn't tell what she was thinking. But it was definitely about us going together and not about us. Her mind was off somewhere else, somewhere more diverting.

"Five hours."

"Oh." Was all I got. She was trying to look serious and collected. I thought that she would have complained or does something that would make me smile mentally. But she did nothing. Just, "Oh." and went inside the car. I felt confuse, because she was acting weird, and I knew that there was something going on with her.

The dim, snowy roads would have been difficult for humans to navigate through the storm. But it was no trouble for Dhampir eyes. The ride was silent; Rose was looking out the window. And from the reflection, I could see her trouble eyes; there were times when those eyes came back to reality, and then changed to their lost vacant ones.

The she scared me by asking abruptly. "Don't they usually come to the Academy?" her voice a little too high for a question, and weak. "I mean. I'm all for the field trip, but why are we going to them?"

"Actually, you are going to a him, not a them." I informed her. "Since this is a special case and he's doing us a favor, we're the once making the trip."

"Who is he?"

"Arthur Schoenberg."

Rose jumped from her seat. And a little terrifying, sad eyes meet mines.

"What?"

She knew who I was talking about. Who could have not known about their existing? They were the most famous people of the royal families. We felt silent and then she complained about the type of music that I liked. And then we were silent for the rest of the road. I felt relax with her, all intensity of being a guardian I left them behind me. The only time Rose spoke was when she told me that she was hungry, so we stopped in a dinner restaurant, we were there for some time, till I realized we had to be somewhere else. My mind was filled with Rose's thoughts all over it. And I noticed that there were times when she drifted into deeps thoughts, and then came back to reality.

I wanted to know what was wrong with her, I wanted to know badly.

And I will . . . .

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