A/N hey ya'll this is my second fan-fic. be sure to check out my other one The Hog on my page..
All Characters belong to Richelle Mead and Stephenie Meyer. without them i wouldn't have come up with this awesome idea.
Chapter 1: Dinner Date Surprise
Bella POV:
"Hurry up, Iz, were gonna be late." Dimitri told me as I answered my jacked up T-Mobile cell phone. It was a black Razor. A shitty one too.
"Ok, ok, ok. I'm almost ready; I just have to do my make-up."
"Alright…" he said with exasperation. "I'm almost there; five minutes tops." He said with that faint, sexy Russian accent he had hugging his voice like a lover. But Dimitri was my lover. I may be shy, stubborn, and an occasional crybaby slash bitch, but he saw past that and brought out the life in me.
"'Kay, love you." I said.
"Love you too, Iza." He said my name in Russian and hung up. He was gorgeous and all mine.
We had a dinner-date in 30 min. in a restaurant in Missoula. It's far, but it's worth it. The traffic would be empty this late Sunday night. He may be twenty-four and I may be eighteen, but age is nothing but a number. That's what we tell ourselves every day. He were both mature enough to handle anything.
We attended school at St. Vladimir's Vampire Academy. I may not be a full vampire but at least I was a Dhampir. Half- vampire. And so was Dimitri. This allowed us to have vampire speed and strength, but not super-abilities. We drank blood every once in a while but that was only for our health. He was a guardian and I was just living life how I pleased. Dhampirs had the choice to become guardians or stay as they are and get a regular education and still learn how to defend ourselves in case we are in danger. Dimitri has been training me since freshmen year. We've been dating since sophomore year. No one knew yet, we were planning to, but when we decided to, we chickened out.
I put on an emerald, strapless dress with black, glittery lace along the sides and at the bottom. My long, brown hair was curled and up in a light bun that left strands of hair falling just the way Dimitri liked it. It seemed he had a fetish for long hair; mine at least. I grabbed my cell phone and tucked it inside the middle of my strapless bra. I finished my make-up and I looked sexy as I could ever.
I picked up the hem of my dress to have room to walk without tripping on my new and expensive emerald heels with diamonds along the straps. As soon as I placed my hand on the doorknob, I heard a knock on the door.
It was Dimitri, and boy did he look sexy.
His hair was tied at the nape of his neck; wispy and neat as ever. He was dressed in a button up navy shirt, black tie and black slacks. With his cowboy boots on. He looked absolutely yummy. He looked at me the same way as I was looking at him.
"Iza…" he whispered, his accent carrying the name like a melody. "You look wonderful."
"And you look handsome, my dear Dhampir Prince." He let out a chuckle and held his hand out for me.
"Thank you, my Dhampir Princess." I placed my hand in his and shut the door and locked it behind me.
As we walked out of the building, I asked him about work.
"So what's new in the guardian world?"
"Same old, same old; just kicking ass on a daily basis. Teaching those kids to fight against the big bad Volturi."
"That's my Badass God! You must me tired after the training I am sure they beat you at."
"I don't lose, I am a winner. Plus, I train you most of the time; you know they can't beat me."
"Point taken." I said.
"And I may be tired, but not as tired when I'm with you." He said as he took a side glance at me.
I stopped and pulled him closer to me.
"I love you," I said to him.
"I love you too, my Iza." I gave him a kiss, but I made it very light just to tease him.
He groaned. I pecked him one more time as he tried to get closer to deepen the kiss, I pulled back. I did it one more time but he put one hand in my head and the other on the small of my back and pulled me closer. He enveloped me in one of the best kisses I ever had from him. It started calm and innocent, but then it deepened and became wild, passionate and everything we ever held back from each other.
I slid my hands from his waist to his neck and pulled him closer to me. We were already as close as can be but it didn't feel close enough with him.
We both eventually pulled apart, from what I felt were ages we were kissing, for breath.
"Wow, that was some kiss," I said, gasping.
"Yeah it was. We better get going before were late." He said, clearly not wanting to go.
"Or…" I said in my most seductive voice. "We could stay here." I looked into his eyes and pulled him closer while I nodded to my dorm three floors over us.
He smiled, "As tempting as that may be, I'm actually very hungry." His stomach picked that time to growl. Damn stomach. We both laughed.
"Ok," I said as I took his hand as he led me to his car once again.
"When we finally got to Missoula, we pulled in to a parking area and got out. What I saw in front of me was the most amazing thing ever. there was twinkly lights everywhere and everything was champagne colored. The restaurant was named: Cena per La Mia Bella. I knew what it meant. It meant: Dinner for My Bella. I learned enough Italian to figure out what it meant. He was Russian and he took me to an Italian restaurant. Interesting…
"'Dinner for My Bella.'" I said out loud, with tears filling my eyes.
"You like it?" He asked as he put his arm around my waist.
"I like it." I said.
"Wait, 'till you see inside. You should try the champangne, its amazing."
I trusted him enough to know what made me surprised and happy.
He led me inside and talked to someone who was in charge of the registration, in Russian. Couldn't understand anything they were saying. I think that was the point. Maybe I should do Russian language instead…
I was snapped out of my reverie by Dimitri as me tugged me around the restaurant. We stopped in front of a wooden door.
"Close your eyes." He said. I did as I was told, and I heard the door squeak as it was pushed open by Dimitri. He pulled me forward with his arm around my waist and I heard music. Clair De Lune by Debussy was playing softly in the background. My favorite song!
"Open your eyes." He whispered in my ear in a seductive tone that almost had my knees buckling from under me.
I opened them, and what I saw, made me let loose the tears I was fighting against outside.
There was a table for two. The table cloth was blood-red. And there was not lighting except for the two Hanukah sized candles in the middle of the table. There was already food on the table but it was salad. Next to the salads held a glass of red wine. It looked to thick to be red wine… I knew instantly that it was red wine but with half of human blood. Nice.
The décor was vintage yet the 'in' style. The walls were a very dark champagne color with wooded everything; chairs, tables, window frames, picture frames, and a entertainment center that held the biggest stereo I'd ever seen.
"Dimitri... you shouldn't have."
"I should have, you're that special to me. you like it?"
"I Love it." i gulped. "This is…" I was speechless. Try experiencing this from your boyfriend. "This is perfect." I looked at him in his luminous brown eyes. "You're perfect." He kissed me, and I kissed him back with much force as I did when we were on campus. I pulled away and looked into his eyes again. "You are so perfect; I'm so grateful and lucky to have someone like you."
"As I to you. I love you Isabella." He said and kissed me again.
"For the bajillionth time, it's either: Bella, Izzy, Iz or that special name you give me." I said teasing around while having an edge to my voice.
"Iza…?" He asked guessing what I meant.
"Yep…" I thought that whole name thing over in my head. "But you know what? Don't worry about it. You can call me anything you want. After what you're doing for me right now, I don't care."
He let go of me and pulled me towards the table.
We sat down and talked about school, things on TV, our favorite movies, etc. When we were finished with the salad, the entrée came. I had sautéed mushrooms with garlic bread and spaghetti and meat sauce. So did him. it surprised him that italian food could taste that good. Most of the time we were feeding each other or eating the same noodle just to kiss at the end. By this time Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven was playing.
Then the desert came. I had cheesecake with strawberries and he had a sinful piece of chocolate cake with strawberries. Then River Flows in You by Yiruma started playing.
When I finished my desert the waiter came and took our plates. He asked me if I wanted anymore wine, I said, "No thank you. I'll take champagne if you have any." He nodded suspiciously.
"And you, sir?" he asked Dimitri with a smirk.
"I'll have the same, thank you." And with that Dimitri winked and the waiter nodded. Wait, Dimitri winked? What the hell?
When the waiter left, I turned on Dimitri.
"What the hell was that?" I said with amusement in my voice.
He smiled and said, "It was nothing, just a private joke."
I scoffed. He changed the subject.
"There was something I've wanted to tell you."
"What might that be." I said with a smile on my voice.
"I know we've been dating for almost three years now. And I think that we should finally perk up the courage to tell. We've been hiding for a long time and I think we should finally come out. I mean really come out. No more chickening out. Just the truth. I'm prepared to face the wrath of your father, Charlie, Mr. Molina who I know you're the teacher's pet of, Ms. Kirova and Alberta. And I'm prepared…" he started to say as the glasses of champagne came in. The waiter left in a hurry.
I looked down to my glass, which was fizzing more than Dimitri's. And I saw why. There was something on the bottom of my glass. I gasped and looked at Dimitri.
"I'm prepared to make you my wife." He said.
Holy shit!
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