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Chapter 1: Out Of The Ordinary
I wake up in the strong arms of a Russian god. His endless brown eyes stare lovingly at me as he brushes the hair out of my face.
"Roza," he says in a voice as smooth as velvet.
"Hey, Comrade." I whisper.
This moment is perfect. I wish it would never end. Too bad reality is waiting for us. Dimitri leaps off our bed gracefully and goes to the bathroom.
I wonder how Lissa's doing- oh, right. The bond is gone. I'm so used to being connected with Lissa that now I feel like a limb's been cut off. I'm worried about how she's dealing with the darkness. It took a horrible affect on both of us, and now all of it is bearing down on her.
After I got ready, Dimitri and I walked together to meet Lissa and Christian across the hall.
Before I got a chance to land one knock on the door, Lissa answers with a cheery "Good morning!" with a flawless smile.
We go inside and I spot Christian sulk bleary-eyed into the living room.
"Rise and shine, Sparky!" I yell as I smack Christian in the back of the head. He responds with a scowl.
"Rose!" Dimitri scolds. He tries to keep a guardian mask on, but I can see a smile play on his lips.
"Sorry for hitting your charge, Comrade."
His smile spreads from ear to ear.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Who would need Lissa this early in the morning? Even the queen of the Moroi world needs to rest. I open the door cautiously, stake in hand. A pair of emerald green eyes stare back at me.
Could it be?
It couldn't. This person was too well- groomed to be the man who stormed out on me. The messy chestnut brown hair I knew and loved was tamed into a neat, trimmed haircut. There was no hint of the scent of cloves or alcohol in the air, and that familiar smile was wiped clean from existence and a sober look that mimicked the guardian mask stayed on his face. His designer shirts and pants wear replaced with a sleek black and silver uniform that looked like a spy suit. It wasn't him. There was no possible way that it was him.
His greeting said otherwise.
"Little dhampir."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm sorry this is such a short chapter. I promise that the other chapters are much longer than this one. I will update ASAP! While you're reading this, check out my friend's (BelikovaGirl97) stories: A Dating Proposal, and A Past Left Long Ago. Both must reads!