Love Bandit Chapter 1, a vampire academy fanfic

A/N: This was a oneshot I posted on my Vampire Weekends story collection. But now thanks to the awesome feedback from you lovely readers, this once oneshot is now going to become a full-length story. :D

*cough cough* (i'm going to start ranting now)

So first off, I'd like to send a special shout out to:

Momo Minashi | IloveDimitriBelikov | (and that other anonymous reader) ;p

Thank you guys so much for all your support and advice/input when I first posted the story idea. I'm so excited now to continue this storyline and I appreciate all your help getting me started in the beginning. *muah!*

Second, even though this is rated-T there will be some M-rated adult content. So for all intents and purposes, any chapters containing a lemon will be marked. I tend to hold back in the lemon department on this account, but if any of you lovelies have read my other fanfics on xXLove-BiteXx you know sometimes (more like all the time! heehee) I can get a bit graphic and crazy during the more heated moments of a story so you're forewarned, if lemons make you squeamish, just skip past anything ~*-That has this mark-*~ on it.

And lastly, I'm looking for a Beta for this story. So if any of you guys are fashionably inclined (modeling, designing, etc.), have a keen eye for thievery/ law enforcement and preferably know French(& maybe some Russian too!), send me a PM if you'd be interested. I need help with some detailing in the plot line and such.

Okay, I'm done. You can go read now. :|

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the VA series, the brilliantly talented Richelle Mead does

...but if it were possible, i wouldn't mind owning Dimitri Belikov for a day *waggles eyebrows*

- Rose -

The Jag moaned as I swerved her up the exit ramp and let off the accelerator. In the rearview mirror I snickered as I watched Syd's Audi snarl as she fed it more gas, trying to catch me. With a smooth tug on the shifter and gracefully jerk from the steering wheel I drifted the Jag's tip around a mostly vacant four-way intersection and sprung her down a narrow alleyway.

Pleased with the feisty purr of her wild engine I hooked the tail end close to the wall of a building's edge just as she pounced onto the next connecting street.

I checked the area for signs of my follower and came up empty. A cunning smirk danced across my face as I licked my lips and zoomed down another side street to a busy club brimming with lines of people trying to get in.

I rounded the block twice before parking the car far away in a dimly lit and more quiet area. I'd rather go to Abe's right now and cash in my prize but for now I had to lay low until Syd gave up the chase. Plus as much as I like this Jag, her expiration date was due in a few minutes. A smart move on Syd's part, this was after all one of her cars, but she wasn't smart enough. I knew all her tricks.

The moment I emerged from the Jag, I slipped a sparkling diamond necklace into my satin clutch then hastily straightened the strapless Cherry-red mini dress I had on. I look good tonight, I noted as my fingers glided down the silk fabric that hugged my curvaceous body in all the right places. With a quick flick of my long and bouncy chocolate curls, I began to strut down the sidewalk.

I felt the night's crisp, cool air tingling around the bare skin of my back before I heard the shrilling tick of the bomb's timer. I lengthened my strides, nodding my chin up and never looking back as the Midnight Black Jaguar XKR-S behind me burst into a fiery blaze.

A few cars surrounding the explosion jarred out their panic alarms in a steady chaotic rhythm just as I cut down a dark alley and rounded the corner to the club.

My vision hooked onto the building's brightly buzzing neon sign illuminating it's sidewalk with the name: E.u.p.h.o.r.i.a written in electric Fuchsia flames that curl at the end to form a pair of puckered lips. I felt the stabbing stares of a couple disgruntled line waiters on my back as I sashayed down the catwalk past the crowded line and stopped to sway my hips at the bouncer, "Hey there Big Boy..." I purr as a tall man with bulging biceps and tawny eyes holding a clipboard glances my way. His alert, emotionless eyes widen in recognition before he slyly grins at me and mutters, "Shit Rose. For once can you not embarrass me at work?"

"No can do Petty Eddie." I playfully retort in a sugar-sweet voice while twirling a lock of dark auburn brown curl between my index finger. The hazel eyes of my twin brother roll in exasperation as he unhooks the velvet rope marked across the club's front entrance. He tips his head back and sweeps his large hand in a hurried manner at me as he hisses, "Go before I regret letting you in."

I giggle annoyingly, stretching further up on the balls of my feet in a pair of silver Christian Louboutin Peep-toe pumps to tousle his dirty blonde hair before quipping, "Thanks bro!" and vanish into the club before I can hear him growl angrily.

Once inside, I instinctively scan the crowd searching for any sign of Syd before I saunter my way over to the bar. Since I'm stuck here for now, I might as well stake this place out for awhile and see if I can get lucky. Lawyers usually like to visit this join on Fridays and if I play my cards right, I might just roll out of here with a shiny new car. The club's in full swing with a sea of hot bodies grinding together as the atmosphere clouds my nostrils with the musty scent of perspiration and various traces of perfumes and colognes. As I'm making my way to the bar with a stiff shot of vodka in mind, I abruptly tense as I feel my body smack right into a concrete wall.

Momentarily stunned, my stance wobbles before a pair of strong hands steady me. Fully alarmed I back away and bob my head up to notice I actually didn't collide into a wall but instead into the tallest, most ripped, piece of fucktasticly delicious manly meat I've ever seen.

Dark smoldering eyes capture my mine as I hear the most beautiful, deep voice slip through the pulsating music around us say, "Izvinite vozlyublennaya."

Wha? Okay either I really did smack myself into a wall and I'm now hallucinating, or did he just say something in another language?

A broad grin tugs up his smooth lips as he leans forward and murmurs in my ear, "My apologies for the confusion. I'm new here and haven't adjusted to using my English all the time."

His warm breath trickles down my skin like hot melted butter as I feel my entire body crackle to life from the sound of his irresistible accent lacing every one of his words. Oh fuck me. He's hot and foreign!

"New huh. Where you from?" I hear myself say as an inner battle to control my heart rate rages on inside my body.

Stepping back he responds, "Russia. Novosibirsk to be exact, I used to work for a firm out there." Bingo. He's a lawyer. I drag my eyes up his lean muscled body and measure my odds. He's wearing black leather Italian shoes, dark designer jeans that hug just enough of his bulging thighs in all the yummy places, a charcoal-grey button-up dress shirt and a black blazer that in no way hides the solid guns he has for arms and no doubt washboard rack of abs underneath those clasped buttons above his torso.

I tilt my head back, even in heels, he towers at least a whole foot over me. The lighting is dim in the club but I can just make out the bronzed tan of his skin. He has the sexiest masculine jawline I've ever seen on a man, a flawless narrow nose with a set of broad cheekbone and piercing dark eyes that seem to go on for miles. And to top it off he has medium-length dark mahogany brown hair than's loosely tied up at the nape of his neck where a few unruly locks have escaped their hold and droop forward to frame his face.

I gulp hard to keep myself in check as I get my bearings in order and formulate how to hook this guy. I flick my hair back and notice he seems to be evaluating my body in just the same way I've done with his. I bit my tongue as I see a flicker of lust whirl in his eyes before he tries to hide it away hoping I didn't catch him. Pleased with the effect I have on him, I decide to give him shot, maybe even mix a little pleasure with business.

I hold out my hand and speak in a sultry voice, "I'm Rose."

He drifts his gaze from my chest to eyes as he smiles taking my hand, "Dimitri Belikov", he formally introduces himself. I shudder when he bends down to brush his lips against my knuckles. Through long dark lashes he keeps eye contact with me as he asks, "Can I buy you a drink?"

. . .

Turns out me and Dimitri have a lot in common. He likes vodka, I like vodka. He likes to dance, I like to dance. He's a good kisser, I'm a good kisser. And lastly we both have impeccable taste in cars. Right now I'm pressed up against the hood of his sleek Mariana Blue Aston Martin V12 Vantage as he hungrily leaves a trail of hot kisses down my neck as I run my hands across the rock-hard bare muscles underneath his shirt. He growls biting my earlobe when I dip my hands lower and tease the sensitive skin below his navel.

Throughout the whole night, I've kept tabs on whether Syd has shown up and seen me tonight but to my relief she hasn't. I've kept a close eye on my satin clutch to make sure no one steals my loot all while I charm the pants off this dead sexy Russian. If the possessions in his apartment are anything like his car, I may as well have just hit the ultimate jackpot. Abe will be pleased when I call him later.

"Mm, let's get out of here..." I purr licking his chin as I guide his hands farther up my inner thighs.

A groan of satisfaction hisses between his teeth as he squeezes me hard and mutters something in his native tongue before unexpectedly lifting me off the hood and guiding me towards the Aston's passenger door where he pulls it open for me. "Such a gentleman..." I murmur as I lower myself into the coupe and purposefully brush my backside against his hips in the process.

I earn myself another string of unintelligible Russian ramblings as Dimitri closes the door and strides over to the driver side.

A purr of excitement slips from my swollen lips once he starts the Aston's engine. After I shag this hunk senseless I have to have this car. Dimitri turns to me with one of his immaculate brows quirked questioningly from hearing my little sound. Quick to cover for myself and brush this off as just impatience, I cast him my signature man-eater smile while sinking into the heavenly black leather passenger seat where I cross my legs and hike up the hem of my dress to give him a better view of my barely covered upper thighs. All it took was one low growl from his chest and a sudden lick of his lips before his heavy foot slammed down on the coupe's throttle and we took off for his apartment...

I was throughly impressed with my Comrade here. He lives in a modern high-rise condo in the fabulously elite downtown district. I made note of my surroundings especially on which level he parked the coupe in the building's private garage before he whisked me away to the elevators. Right now we're sucking each other's faces off as we ride up the ten floors to his place.

~*-LEMON-*~

A mew of pleasure slips from my lips as I feel his hands claw at my hips while his teeth sink into my shoulder. His touch is like playing with fire, every inch of my skin he strokes leaves me singed and panting for more.

I gasp feeling his slick, hot tongue glide up my collarbone, past the crook of my neck and behind the outer fold of my ear as he mutters to me his hypnotic foreign language in a gravelly voice.

It's becoming all a blur to me, but I somehow managed to pop off the buttons on his dress shirt where my hands are groping every last square inch of his solid, defined torso. He has abs that would put Adonis to shame and broad, stiff pecs that would give Thor a run for his money.

My breath has become short and ragged, my mind is a cloud of pure erotic thirst, and my body is twitching with the need for more physical contact. Unable to control myself any longer, I lunge at him and bite down hard on his left nipple.

A primal groan emulates from his throat as his hands yank down the zip at the back of my dress in one smooth motion just as the elevator doors spring open. Faster than I can say 'Carpe diem!' I find my back slammed against a wall inside a dark hallway as he kicks his condo's front door shut.

The silk fabric of my dress puddles in a heap at my ankles leaving me in a strapless red pushup bra with matching lace panties as he jerks his blazer and shirt off. For a moment we just stand in the foyer of his condo, both panting for air and drinking in the mouthwatering sight of each other's bodies before out of nowhere, we attack each other full force.

Tongues twist together, lips dip and slip, and hands roam in frantic spasms are we let loose and give in to our animalistic hunger. I was vaguely aware he was leading me to his bedroom, but I was too preoccupied trying to undo his belt buckle and zip of his jeans to notice. Just as his jeans are tugged loose and I kick off my pumps, his large strong hands hooked around my waist and crush me close to him as he seats himself at the edge of his bed.

I moaned softly in anticipation as he guided me onto his lap and pulled on my thighs to straddle his narrow waist where his erection nudged the toned lower area of my stomach. I ground my hips against his earning myself a low groan to escaped from his chest just before he cupped my face and molded our lips together. A sharp shudder racked down my spine as I felt the tip of his wet tongue flick across my bottom lip, begging for entrance.

I eagerly parted my mouth, quietly whimpering as his moist breath mixed in with my own. It was sweet and sexy, the way he took his time savoring every last crevice and groove inside me, just before his tongue finally massaged mine in a heady dance for dominance. The small gesture alone had me dripping like a broken faucet and practically writhing for more.

The moment I managed to gasp out a pleading moan, he had my bottom lip deliciously nipped between his teeth. My body went into sensory overload from his roughness. I was engulfed by the spicy scent of his aftershave as it swirled around me in invigorating fresh, tidal waves. The feel of his skin pressed to mine heated me right down to the bone and Mm, his taste... lips, skin, tongue and all was intoxicating. I can't get enough of his man and we've only just started!

He pulls back for a moment to search my eyes before he huskily asks, "Are you sure about this Roza?" Oh fuck! He gave me a pet name? I smile at him seductively through drooping eyes as I murmur, "Roza?" before tracing his full bottom lip teasingly.

"It's your name in Russian" he explains, trapping my finger's ministrations with his teeth as he adds on "And I hope you don't mind me calling you that..." he trails off to lick my finger playfully and pours his bottomless brown eyes into mine so intensely I'm convinced he can see into my very soul.

A hot flash of desire ripples inside me straight to my dribbling core as I bury my fingers in his luscious brown locks and kiss him hard in response. Taking that as permission to move on, his fingers nimbly make their way behind my back where he unhooks the clasp of my bra. With a speed that's both rough and gentle he rips away the lacy fabric where my breasts spring free from their prison and he flips us over and farther up his bed.

Pure lust ignites his eyes as he hovers over me and takes in the sight before him, "Krasivaya" he whispers in his native tongue before palming my breasts in his powerful hands and smothers his lips to mine. A yelp of pleasure gets caught in my throat as he kisses me senseless all while his hands work magic on my body.

Very slowly, he kisses his way across my jaw, along my ear, down my neck and lastly to the soft, narrow channel between my voluptuous naked chest. I gasp and pant as his callous yet smooth hands glide down my torso to grip my hips still as he takes a beaded floral bud into his waiting mouth. Stars burst across my vision and I shriek as he flicks the nipple with the tip of his tongue before his teeth tug on the flesh while sucking on it with earth-shattering pressure.

My hips bucks in excitement as one of his hands moves to cup my free breast while the other pushes the damp fabric of my lace thong away and slips a finger into my pulsating center. I mew uncontrollably as my nails dig into his back and he releases my erect nipple with a 'pop' as he deliciously mutters "So wet..." with a thick accent.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned into endless time as he teases and taunts me to the brink of insanity as his mouth travels to my other floral bud while sticks one... two... three... more long fingers inside me where he expertly twists and pumps them in pleasurable ways I've never felt before.

At this point, I could care less that he's my next con, the ways in which he touches me is incomparable and scorchingly better than the loads of cash I can make from one quick swipe of his apartment.

Right when I think I'm going to erupt in bliss he pulls back to tug my thong all the way down my legs before- Oh god... his hands spread my legs wide, then travel upward to tightly latch onto my hips - effectively trapping them still - and then he plunges forward, suctioning his mouth onto my glistening swollen center. His tongue tickles and tortures my quivering folds just before I scream out in ecstasy and he laps up every drop I give him.

Through a bleary-eyed haze of contentment, my hands find the waistband of his silk boxers and all but tear them off. I moan in surprise as I watch his thick, long cock emerge from it's hiding place, already curled up for attention. Oh fuck, he's huge. I wrap a finger up his shaft, trapping a fallen bead of his pearly cream with the pad of my finger before gingerly sticking it in my mouth. A whimpered moan of longing slips from my lips at the salty perfection of his flavor. I lock gazes with my Russian sex toy to see a mixture of unhinged hunger and wonder ignite his melted chocolate eyes just before they droop in satisfaction as I reach a hand out and roughly stroke his cock's stiff shaft.

The divine feel of him encased in my shuttling clenched fist was almost criminal it felt so good. So much to the point I had the sudden craving to have him deeply buried down my throat where his dripping head could choke me with wild fury until it burst with joy. But I never got to test out that idea, because faster than the snap of a finger, I was thrown back against the cool headboard of his bed just before he slammed his hips savagely against mine. I screamed out a string of provocative profanities as he mounted me with the force of a small truck, plunging deep inside my sex with so much vigorous determination I could hardly keep my breathing in check.

Dimitri smothered our mouths into one, taking me harder and even deeper with every wild thrust, bludgeoning my G-spot with every penetration until my eyes rolled back, my toes curled and my walls clenched in violent rapture.

All night long my mind was trapped in a constant nirvana, as Dimitri and I explored each other in untamed frenzies. I've been with my fair share of men in the past but never have I been so raw and carefree before. He seemed to have an endless knowledge of positions that both thrilled and terrified me. I got to know his apartment very well over the course of the night, though I must say his shower was by far my favorite place in the whole condo.

~*- End of lemon-*~

I now lay, thoroughly shagged from head to toe, in his messy bed in a pile of slumbering limps. I ache in places I never thought imaginable, yet I feel as if my body is glowing and my mind is riding on autopilot in cloud nine.

My head bobs from the rise and fall of his chest as Dimitri's arms wrap around me in a deep sleep.

I've drifted in and out of consciousness for an hour or so and have now decided he's been out long enough for me to leave without waking him. I should mix pleasure with business more often, I silently mused as I gazed dreamily at the unconscious Russian beneath me. If the circumstances were different, I wouldn't mind seeing this sex god again. But now the fun is over, it's time for work.

Slowly, with stealth concentration, I lift his arms off of me and soundlessly slip out of his bed. It takes me a few minutes to find all my clothes before I gather my heels and creep around his bedroom.

Hastily I checked his dresser drawers looking for any hidden wads of cash and to my surprise he did indeed have a roll of crisp one-hundred dollar bills totaling a couple thousand dollars stuffed behind the runner of his bottom drawer.

Carefully not to make any noise, I snooped around in his walk-in closet to find he had a couple Rolex watches in his possession along with a few nice silver rings. I found a brown leather briefcase in there too, so I stuffed my goodies in my shopping bag before I tiptoed my way out of the bedroom and into his office.

If this guy really is a lawyer than I know he has to have something in there that's of great value. And lo and behold my Comrade does. Nestled in a box inside his desk is a case full of porcelain, gold, and platinum Montblanc fountain pens. My god this guy is loaded... Afraid that he'll wake up soon and catch me, I stuff the box inside the briefcase and stalk my way back to the bedroom. I take in one last glimpse of my delicious Russian fool whose still fast asleep before I sneak my way back to the condo's foyer. I snatch my stain clutch, swipe the Aston's keys and dash out the front door.

. . .

I snicker to myself in the elevator as I slid my pumps back on and my pulse begins to thump faster with adrenaline.

This has been my best con yet, if I do say so myself. Keeping the smug grin plastered on my face I let out a content sigh as the elevator reaches ground level, except the moment the doors swung open that pompous smirk was swiped clear off my face. The hairs on my neck stood erect, goosebumps freckled my skin and a cold terror tossed about in the depths of my stomach as my eyes widen in shock to be met with the piercing murderous glare of Syd waiting outside the elevator doors with two of her men flanking her sides. Oh fuck.

"Hello Rose, had a nice time? I believe you have something of mine." the lanky blonde bitch snarls at me before nodding at her men to grab me.

For a split second I thought I was a goner. But you see, I've been trained my whole life to fight so despite my stunned mind, my body plunges into my natural instincts faster than I could think up a snarky quip.

One of the men, a tall brunette with tattoos littered across his bulging forearms lunged for my neck first, but I saw it coming and jabbed two fingers against his exposed sternum before slamming his head against the elevator doorframe.

He groaned, staggering backwards just as the other man with tousled red hair seized my free arm and jerked me out of the elevator.

A vicious hiss sounded from my clenched teeth as he sliced the tip of his concealed switchblade down my left forearm where bright blood began to seep from the wound.

I bit back a scream from the shooting pain as I stomped on his foot and whacked the side of his head with my stolen briefcase, packing as much force behind my blow as I could muster.

His hold on my arm faltered long enough for me to wiggle free and kick the gut of Syd who had come charging forward, reaching for the briefcase where the top of the satin clutch was peeking out.

I stuck around long enough to hear her snarl in protest before I took off running at full speed. I heard a chorus of angry shouts behind me but I dared not look back, instead I focused on the rapid click-clock of my pumps stampeding against the hard asphalt of the parking garage as I sprinted my body towards the direction of the parked Aston that was a few yards away.

I stuffed a hand down my bra grasping the car keys between my fingers and clicked the unlock button just as I felt a hand brush my hip.

I yelped, barely dodging one of Syd's men who had ganged up on me and almost snagged ahold of my waist but at last minute lost his footing and stumbled forward.

With a burning determination, I ignored the protest of my starving lungs and burning calves as I willed my body to run faster until finally I collided into the driver's side of the Aston and all but yanked off the door and threw myself along with my loot inside.

I crammed the keys into the ignition just as I felt a hand clamp down on my left shoulder. I growled fiercely just as the engine of the coupe roared to life. With the strength of a puma, I revved the car's throttle while simultaneously jerking the shifter into reverse and without hesitation pawed my free arm out for the door handle and crushed the arm of my redheaded attacker.

He howled in anguish as he recoiled his arm just as the Aston when flying backwards down an aisle of frozen cars. Hastily shutting the door close, I jerked on the steering wheel flipping the coupe around and swiveled him into proper gear.

I sucked in a sharp breath just before a loud BANG! hit the Aston from behind. My neck snapped up to see Syd's silver Audi had bummed into the rear of the Aston.

My eyes widened to see she had a Glock poised and ready in one of her hands. All hesitation evaded from my mind as I ducked and slammed down on the accelerator just as I heard a bullet squish into the Aston's rear windshield.

. . .

I spent the last hour being chased by Syd before I finally lost her at a traffic intersection near the freeway. I doubled back to dart down an old abandoned construction zone and sped away into the night. It was now well into the wee hours of the morning and I called Abe and told him to meet me at the warehouse.

At the moment, I sat perched on the hood of the Aston that now has quite a few dents and holes in it. I grimaced and stroked the dark blue paint job in deep sorrow. It was gonna cost me to get him fixed up. "I could ask you how your night went but from the looks of it, not too well." a deep male voice said from a dark room breaking me out of my musing.

A coy grin tugged on my frowned lips as rebutted, "I thought you taught me a good con isn't considered successful unless you get a little roughed up in the process,Old Man."

A low chuckle filled the darkness as Abe emerged from the shadows of the warehouse, dressed in a tailored pinstripe suit and bright yellow scarf. His gold jewelry gleamed against the lingering moonlight as he fixed me a pirate grin and scoffed, "Well well well, looks like you really do listen to what I tell you after all Rosemarie." Ugh. Very rarely do I catch the old man using my full name. I rolled my eyes in exasperation, leave it to my father to get all affectionate towards me when major crime is involved. "Did you get what I asked for?" he inquired gazing at the Aston warily.

"Funny you should ask that." I quipped leaping off the coupe's hood. "I got you a little added bonus too. You in the market for some Montblanc?" I teased watching his emotionless dark eyes flicker with pride. Just like me, my father had a weak spot for collecting the little things.

But just as quick as it came, all fatherly love was tossed out the window as he extended his hand out to me and gruffly spoke, "Give me the necklace first and we'll talk deals afterwards."

I nodded my head meekly and reached inside the Aston to retrieve my stain clutch. I snapped the clasp open and gasped in shock. The necklace along with the bag's entire contents were gone. Instead a folded piece of torn parchment paper lay wedged between one of the pockets. I fished it out, and unfolded it to find an elegant cursive sprawled across the parchment in a blue ink, it read:

Next time you want to cheat me, think twice about where you keep your jewels.

Love, D

My chest was pounding, my mouth felt dry and my mind reeled over this past night's events. That damn Russian played me! Before I could formulate a single coherent thought Abe cleared his throat impatiently and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. The necklace was far more important to him then all the other diamonds in the world and I let someone steal it right from under my nose! When he finds out I lost it, I'm as good as dead. Great, I'm fucked!

A/N: So did you like it? Hmm? As much as I wish I could, my Russian speaking abilities are just simply crap. But here's the translations anyway:

Izvinite vozlyublennaya -Sorry love.

Krasivaya -beautiful.

For anyone who's new to this story, let me know what you think about it in a review. : )

~Fabulous