Yes, I'm doing it again because I can't stay away from it ! New story and this one was actually planned as not a fanfiction but here I am making it so because I'm sick like that. Tell me what you all think, this idea just came to me and I find it fascinating. It'll be very OOC for both Rose and Dimitri and short chapters as it will be a short story, around 30,000 words maybe. So yea, let me know.


Summary: Two addicts, one addicted to cocaine and the other to control and money find what they seek in each other. What others might see as a damaging relationship, is their heaven. Is it right to live this way? Or will they be condemned by society and seize to be so?


Cocaine Heart

Dimitri's hard body is pressed against me.

He's snoring loudly.

I take these few sober moments to look around our hotel room. It's a fucking mess.

Lamps are broken, the sofa is thrown to one side, chairs are legless, tables are flipped. I laugh remembering our stupid argument about a silly boy and how Dimitri ended up fucking me all around, telling me that I was his and he hoped that he had ruined me for everyone else.

Oh, baby. That had happened since the first time he touched my body.

I reach to grab my coat and pick up my pants, not even caring to look for my shirt or panties. I take Dimitri's wallet from the drawer and take some cash as I throw it on the bed.

My heels are at the edge of the bed, but as I pick them up I see that one of the heels is broken and I decide to just go barefoot, not something unusual for me.

I stop by the mirror on the way out and check my hair and smeared make up. It's disgusting but I laugh feeling like a masterpiece that Dimitri created. I brush my teeth with my finger and head to the door, grabbing my empty purse from the broken coat hanger.

Before I go to catch a cab, I go into one of the ladies rooms that they have in the lobby and get my fix. I still get a little high, but it's nothing like the heaven I used to achieve when I first started.

Outside people stare at my open coat and my feet with disgust but I'm far too gone to actually give a shit.

The cab driver keeps giving me weird looks so I stare off into the city, that what I once thought to be my dream: Los Angeles, California.

I had dreams and aspirations when I first arrived. But what I have with Dimitri now is so much better.

I lean my head back into the car seat and recall that moment when I had first saw Dimitri.

It was a warm December morning.

I was at the beginning of my addiction when I could still achieve heaven with a short sniff. I was going to some party that some guy I was hooking up from UCLA had invited me to. However, it seem that he forgot to mention that it was a white tie party so I was denied admission in my belly shirt and my short jean shorts.

I sat outside as I waited for the cab I called and could barely afford to come.

As I sat on the sidewalk and played on my shitty flip phone, Dimitri walked out. He was wearing a black tuxedo that hugged his body in all the right places. To his side was his wife Natasha.

He looked straight at me and there was something about him that drew me in.

Maybe it was the fact that he had a wife and was an older man, thirty eight.

Or maybe it was because everything about him screamed money and power: his tuxedo, the jewelry his wife wore, his watch, his car...

And maybe, maybe it was that his eyes—those dark brown eyes—were so sinister and I could see how he was capable of many things, things that crossed moral lines... Lines that everyone could just secretly hope to cross.

He walked all the way to his car as he stared at me; my legs, my arms, my face, my eyes.

The taxi driver coughs bringing me out of my precious memory. I pay him with the money I took out of Dimitri's wallet and walk to my shitty one bedroom apartment that I insisted to keep for whenever I needed to escape.

My phone starts ringing as soon as I open the door to the apartment. It was him. It was always him. My world was about him. It revolved around him. He was it.

"Where the fuck are you?" Dimitri's rough voice comes through the receiver,

"At my apartment" I laugh afterwards, finding his controlling nature humorous by now.

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing there? I want you at the pool house in twenty minutes." He hangs up, not waiting for my response.

I take my time getting ready to meet him, I know by now that when Dimitri gets angry the only thing he'll do is teach me a lesson, by ripping off my clothes and we'll be back to each other as we always are.