My hero was a newborn. His wonderful Russian accent warped strangely by the strength of being strigoi. His red eyes could hold me captive by just one gaze. He could tell me stop and I would freeze. Just to be held captive in those bands of steel. Just to smell his musky scent. I wanted to feel the blood leave my throat. I don't care it was demeaning. I was with him. If this one day would cost me my life then fine. I wanted to hear my name whispered against my throat in the loveable shaky way he always did after feeding. I wanted to hear him whisper "Aleza" in the night. I don't care that there are permanent scars on my neck from him. They hold only good memories.
I don't care my brain is addled with the endorphins. All that will go away soon. I will change. For him. I don't care his Roza is held in his room. I don't care she will have him in the end. Because for now, he is mine. And that is all that matters. I don't think I will live much longer.
But, if I die in the arms of Dimitri, I don't think I could find a better way to go. If I die with his name on my lips, his taste in my mouth and his heat on my skin, I will have found peace.
If only I could tell him now about what I knew. About why not to change me just yet…his anger would only hold out so long. I do not have the leniency he affords Rose. I wonder what it's like… you know, to die. Because I know I will. Rose has his heart, even now. After she saves him. I will no longer be of use.
So for now, I will simply stay here in his arms. No matter how much blood he takes.
A/N: I dont know if I will continue this story but it IS a Dimitri/OC story. So review and tell me what you think!