Welcome to the first chapter of Someday Soon.

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The pain was too much to bare. God, how can people stand this? I wondered while my ears felt like they were nearly bleeding from the excruciating noise that echoed out of the speakers in Kirova's office. Opera was not one of my favourite music genres, but right now I had no choice in what I listened to, since I was stuck here and Kivora seemed to like to listen to this ear-bleeding music - much to my dismay.

Her finger moved along slowly to the beat, tapping annoyingly on her old wooden desk. I crossed my arms and sank into the hard wooden chair, waiting until Kivora finally turned her attention towards me. "Miss Hathaway." Her voice was flat and emotionless.

"Ms. Kivora," I said in an equally flat voice. Here comes the lecture.

Kivora lifted herself out her larger, much more comfortable leather chair, and kneeled down in front of me. "I am sorry about what has happened, my dear." She calmly grabbed my hands with hers. "I know you're going through a tough time, but please don't do anything rash. I understand you were very close to Guardian Belikov."

I nodded. "I was close to him until he died." I didn't realize how bitter the words sounded until they slipped out of my mouth. Of course I knew that he wasn't dead. Well, at least I thought he was dead until yesterday.

I knew what had really become of Dimitri when a letter had come for me in the mail, a letter from the very man I thought was dead. I reread the letter in my head, which I had memorized after reading it over almost a thousand times.

Roza,

I suppose you believe I'm dead. Well, I'm much better than dead. I'm immortal but that doesn't change my feelings for you. I want you back in my arms, Roza. All I can think about is that amazing night three months ago in that cold, lonely cabin, with just the two of us and only our heated bodies for warmth.

The thought makes my mind remember every touch, every smell, every taste that I experienced that night. Come and be with me, so I can experience you again. I will not only give you all the love in my now undead heart, but also an eternity by my side.

I will wait for you, my Roza, in the land of my birth. Come to me soon.

Your only love,

Dimitri

I knew what the message meant the moment I saw his romantic nickname for me on the top of the page in his handwritting. Dimitri was a Strigoi and he wanted me to go to Russia to become like him. Part of me wanted to hate him for that but I didn't. In fact I still loved him. It was too hard for me to see him as anything but the man I fell in love with almost nine months ago.

"Miss Hathaway, did you hear me?" Kirova's semi annoying voice broke me out of my thoughts of Dimitri. I pulled my hands away from hers.

"I'm fine. It's been three months since he left this world and I know bringing him back from the dead is impossible." I lifted myself out of the chair and walked out without being excused. That should piss her off. The thought made me smile to myself.

I lazily walked back to my dorm, lost in my own thoughts. Why did Kirova want to see me? Especially since she had no need to talk to me. I have been top of class ever since... I shook my head at the thought of Dimitri's training. I wished, no, I hoped, that being a Strigoi wouldn't change him, but I knew that was wishful thinking on my part. No Strigoi ever stayed the same. It was one of the many things they taught us about Strigoi; even Natalie had been different when she turned.

I crossed the path to my dorm and quickly ran up the stairs to my room. Once the door was closed behind me, I fell onto my bed thinking only about Dimitri. I had to find him and kill him, or else I would be breaking a promise I made to him.

Once again I was pulled out of my wondering thoughts, only this time it was from a knock on my door. "Rose, you in there?"

I smirked to myself before answering, "Yeah I'm here. Door's unlocked."

The door slowly opened to reveal a fiery red headed boy whose blue eyes contrasted well with his hair. "Come on in Mase, just don't touch anything you aren't allowed to touch." My smirk widened, suggesting that I meant more than I had said.

Mason sat down on my new black, leather office chair, a gift from Adrian Ivashkov - as if I didn't have enough gifts from him - and began spinning around on it. I laughed as I watched him spin. "Having fun, Mase?"

Mason gave me a lazily smile before stopping and looking at me seriously. "Rose, how are you feeling about Belikov's death, and be honest with me for once." I sighed at Mason's unfortunate knowledge about me and Dimitri.

"I miss him, Mase. I don't think I can handle him being away from me any..." My words were interrupted by the violent need to puke. "I'm going to be sick." Without another word I ran down the hallway straight into the bathroom and threw up in one of the toilets.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed until I heard a knock on the stall door and Mason's worried voice behind it. "Rose? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied weakly. I can't believe I just threw up. I never got sick. Never. I groaned at the thought of throwing up again. Not the best thing to be thinking about since it caused me to retch up the remaining contents of my dinner.

Once I finished throwing up, I opened the stall and looked green faced at Mason. "I don't feel well, Mase," I moaned, looking down and clutching my stomach in pain.

I could almost feel the nod coming from Mason. "I figured as much. Anything I can do to help?" His cute voice asked, a slight smile crossing his lips.

"Yeah. Run into my room and grab the bottle mark Diphenhydramine." Mason gave me a look that probably meant, 'What?'

I rolled my eyes at Mason's reaction and rephrased, my words, "The green bottle on my desk, can you go get it for me?"

Mason gave me a short, unsure nod and left the bathroom, leaving me to fall onto the bathroom floor and curse my life. God, why did I have to get sick today of all days? The same day Kirova makes me visit her office and the same day I happened to be planning to leave. Fate was not my ally. As a matter of fact, fate was my mortal enemy.

About fifteen minutes later - why it took him that long to run a simple errand I'll never know - Mason re-entered the bathroom and handed me two pills and a glass of water.

"Thank you." I smiled at him and popped the pills into my mouth before swallowing them with a mouthful of water.

Mason continued to watch me with worry. "Mase, I really hate it when you do that," I told him, before rising from the bathroom floor. Slowly, with Mason following me to ensure I didn't pass out or faint, I walked back to my room and fell down on my bed.

He walked over and sat beside me gently caressing my face. "Is this the first time you've been sick before?" Mason asked me, a skeptical look crossed his face.

"Yeah, genius. Unlike you, I've had a clean bill of health since I was three." I said proudly not caring that he chose, at that time, to start laughing. "Laugh it up, redhead. For your information the only time I get sick is when..." I thought for a second. Shouldn't that have started by now?

I pulled myself off the bed, walking across the room to grab the small paper calendar off my desk and looked at the days, "Almost two months now," I muttered to myself. Wait, that's not right...

"Oh shit," I said, much louder than I intended to.

Mason's full attention was on me. "What's the problem, Rose?" he asked me gently, getting up and kissing my neck. "Late for dinner again?" I could feel the smirk make its way up his mouth, brushing my skin.

I pulled his head away and whipped around to glare at him. "I'm never late for any meal, but I happen to be late for something else."

Mason at me curiously. "What?"

I quickly said straight out, "My period."

Mason looked at me confused for a second but then his eyes widen and he stared at me in disbelief. "What, you can't be pregnant! Maybe it's just a little late." Mason's voice had gone up an octave. And here I thought only girls did that. "Maybe you should go see the nurse," he suggested in a squeaky voice. "It could just be a fluke. You may be coming down with the flu."

I sighed and got off the bed. "Fine but I'm not telling her anything except what she needs to know." Without another word, I got off the bed and headed towards the nurse's office.

The nurse's office wasn't far from the Dhampir dorms, so it didn't take Mason and I long to enter the large room. Fortunately for me Dr. Olendzki's assistant, Miss Catherine was the only one there. She was a brown haired Mori in her forties with soft green eyes and a kindly face. The minute we walked in she was smiling and welcoming us, asking who needed her help.

"That would be me," I said raising my hand a bit. "I was a bit nauseous a while ago and my stomach hurts a little."

Miss Catherine nodded and gestured for me to sit down on the sick bed. I seated myself down and allowed her to examine me. It didn't take her long to finish, though the look on her face was one of worry. That's not a good sign. She slowly turned to Mason and asked him to leave the room, before turning back to me.

"Miss Hathaway, when did you begin feeling sick?" Her voice was calm and oddly quiet.

"Today about," I started counting the minutes that had gone by, "Fifteen minutes ago."

The nurse nodded and gave me a serious look. "This next question is quite personal but please answer honestly… When was the last time you had sexual relations with someone?" There was a hint of concern in her motherly voice.

I blushed as I muttered, "At least three months ago."

She grimaced at my answer. "And how many days has it been since your last period ended?"

I bite my bottom lip. This can't be happening. "about two months."

"And is your period on time usually?"

I nodded not wanting to say a word.

Miss Catherine looked at me with a sad expression. "My dear, I believe you're pregnant."

"No I can't be, there's no way in hell that that can happen." My voice was worried and completely not mine.

Miss Catherine sighed and opened one of her cabinet doors. "We need to be sure about this Miss Hathaway." She passed me a box that said, 'Once, Twice, Three Times. Helping unsure women three times more accurately than any other brand.' I felt like laughing at the slogan the pregnancy test had, but now wasn't the time for that.

"Take this. There's a bathroom right there you can use." She explained, pointing to the door next to the sick bed I sat on.

I got up slowly, walking to the bathroom at a pace that couldn't even be called walking. Time almost seemed to slow down as I pulled out one of the three tests.

It didn't take long for me to learn what I sincerely hoped it wasn't true. But the three positives definitely didn't help. I quietly left the bathroom, well actually I left the nurse's office altogether.

Mason followed behind me, very aware of how nervous I was. "Rose, are you okay?" His voice echoed the worry it had when he entered my room today.

I shook my head and bite my lip so hard I started bleeding. "I'm pregnant, how can I be okay?"

Mason didn't answer as we continued to walk back to my dorm in silence.