Rosemarie Hathaway, The One and Only
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the Vampire Academy or the characters! I only own the characters I make up and the story line!
A/N: Sorry if I mess up... this is kind of my first FanFiction story. I hope there aren't too many mistakes and I hope you can enjoy it! Uh... Chapter One..?
FLASHBACK
"Kiz," Baba looked at me with a pained expression. "I love you. I do, but you need to let me go. Explore, darling. Find your mother. Do what your heart pleases. I cannot stay with you much longer, Rosie. Let me go. Use up your inheritance and live."
Tears streamed down my face, the uncontrollable sobs wracking my body.
"No, Baba. I don't want any inheritances. Other than Lissa, you're all I have left. Don't leave me." I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that he'd survive. He grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled my chin towards him.
"Listen to me. You can get through this. People aren't meant to stay on Earth forever, darling. I'm going now. I love you forever and always, goodbye, Rosie." The monitor beeped, letting me know he was gone.
"BABA!" I screamed. The home nurse I hired came in. "GET OUT and LET ME BE!" She raised her hands in surrender and backed quickly out of the room, tripping over her feet.
"Come back to me, Baba. You can't be gone." I whispered. I cried endlessly until the sun came back up the next day. My world had shattered. A gaping hole burned in my heart. Live could never be the same.
END of FLASHBACK
*ONE YEAR LATER*
My eyes bored into the grave that was decorated in white lilies. I read the grave stone.
A CARING FATHER THAT WILL ALWAYS BE IN OUR HEARTS, SOULS, AND MINDS.
- IBRAHIM MAZUR-
Today was the year anniversary of my father's death.
"You ready to go, babe?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah." I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and smoothed my dress. I climbed into his new Ferrari, dreading the next few hours to come.
"Hey, Rosie?" He asked after five minutes of uncomfortable silence. Not meaning to be so mean, but no one called me Rosie. Not since Baba died.
"What?" I snapped. He jumped and raised an eyebrow.
"Who peed in your cereal?"
"Aaron, stop it. You know better than to call me that."
"Call you what? Rosie? I'm sorry, Rosie. I never meant to upset you, Rosie."
"Stop the car." My voice was filled with venom.
"No, Rosie." A sneer came across his face. How dare he think this was funny!
"Stop the car, Aaron!" His foot slammed on the break and her stared at me, incredulous.
"What are you gonna do? Walk? If so, give me that necklace back. You can have it when I believe that you are worthy enough to be around my family." He asked.
"What?" I scoffed and ripped the junky necklace off. "And you can have this stupid ring while you're at it." I threw the two pieces of jewelry at his face and slammed the door behind me. Aaron was yelling at me through the now rolled down window, but I tuned his shouts out. He sped away and I called Adrian in hopes of him coming to get me. I prayed that he was actually sober. He answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Adrian? Can you pick me up?" He sighed and agreed.
"Yeah, yeah. Where are you?" When I told him what happened and where I was, he cursed loudly and said he'd be here as soon as he could. My thoughts pondered the silly idea of me marrying Aaron. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. He's only after me for my money.
I sat down on the dirt, not caring that it would get on my butt. I missed Baba and though I would never admit it to anyone, I mourned so badly for him. Each night I cry into my pillows until I run out of tears. I can't because if I don't have anything to focus on, my thoughts are swarmed with him. Cutting myself didn't bring me comfort or control. Lissa used to cut herself and she said she could gain control over herself, but to me, I only "gained" pain. My friends tried placing me in a depression group but that never helped either.
I heard an engine rumble from a distance. I groaned and stood, smacking dirt off my dress. Adrian glided up to me, pulling out another helmet.
"Why the motorcycle?" I asked, sliding the helmet onto my head.
"You pulled me out of bed."
"Away from the heavenly pillows or away from a woman?" I was used to his absurd behavior ever since his great aunt Tatiana died around the same time as my dad. She was found dead with a bullet through her heart. Adrian and I had went to bring her a birthday cake because her birthday was a week away. A pool of blood surrounded her still body and a note had been shoved into her mouth talking about how she apparently betrayed them. We had no idea who "them" was though. We also both suffered a large loss.
"Yep. That's why I have the cycle. I met her at the bar." I sighed and I could smell the heavy lingering of cloves and alcohol.
"When are you going to drop her?" I wrapped my arms around his lean body.
"Actually, I just did. We went to her house," He replied and I could hear the smile in his voice. "It was Marcella." Realizing he had slept with my uncle's ex, I frowned. I scrunched up my face and feigned gagging.
"What? Marcella is hot. Your uncle has good taste."
"She's fake."
"Hot!" He exclaimed. I laughed.
"Fake."
"Hot."
"Fake."
"Hot."
"Hot." I said smirking.
"Fake! Wait… I hate you." Adrian started up the motorcycle and we took off. Ten minutes later, we arrived at my mansion. I didn't just inherit all of his savings, but I got the mansion too. It reminded me too much of Baba, so I decided not to sell it.
"You coming in?" I asked him, sliding off the motorcycle. He thought about it and nodded and then hesitated.
"Maybe… Are my clothes here from last week?" Last week, I had invited him over to watch a movie and keep me company and he accidentally left his bag here. I nodded.
"Then sure. I just didn't want to smell like a rat." He said smiling. I walked up the steps and punched in the security code. Two days after Baba died, someone broke in. We already had security, but I chose to upgrade it.
"Will you ask Sydney to make me a sammich?" Adrian tossed his keys onto the table next to the double doors.
"What are you, two? Go ask her yourself. Be a big boy. Ask her to make you a 'sammich'."
"No. She hates me." I grumbled a "whatever" and headed to the kitchen where my cook, Sydney, was bustling around.
"Syd?"
"Yes, Ms. Mazur?" She asked, her voice light and polite. I rolled my eyes.
"Syd, for the last time. Call me Rose. Please. I'm not my grandmother."
"Sorry. Is there something you would like, Rose?" I smiled.
"Yes, please. Two salami and turkey sandwiches with french-fries."
"Okay. Ten minutes." I nodded eagerly and headed to my room to change out of this dress but only to be stopped by a sharp fist-pounding on the door.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, my voice echoing throughout the huge house. I yanked the door open and found a very ticked off Aaron.
"Why are you here?" I asked, averting his death stare.
"Because you are my fiancée. I'm not letting you go that easily." He reached for my left hand but I pulled away.
"I wasn't kidding. Wedding's off."
"But you love me and I love you."
"No, you're a sardonic jerk who only cares about money and yourself." Aaron gasped, but his gasped soon turned into blazing anger.
"Take that back!"
"Not until you say sorry."
"For what?" He exclaimed.
"Exactly!" I tried closing the door, but Aaron placed his foot in the way. He pulled me out.
"Come here, Rosie. This isn't over." Fiercely, he smashed his lips against mine.
"Let go of me!" I pounded my fists against his chest.
"No. You are mine."
"Aaron! What are you doing? Let go of her, man! Hands off!" Adrian pried Aaron off of me.
"This isn't over." He hissed. Adrian rolled his eyes and guided me back into the house.
"Are you packed for Russia?" Adrian asked me once we had our food and when we were in my room. I nodded and bit into my food, not tasting it having lost my appetite.
"So, who's the realtor?" He asked.
"Some dude named Ivan Zeklos."
"IVAN?" I jumped at the harshness in his voice.
"Yes… he's the one who sold us the house in the first place. I'm meeting him to seal the deal."
"Oh goodness." Adrian groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"What? Is he a serial killer?" I asked with a forced laugh.
"No. He's Dimitri Belikov's best friend."
"Who the heck is Dimitri Belikov?"
"A high school buddy."
"What's wrong with him?" Adrian shook his head and said nothing. His face displayed so many emotions at once. Anger. Grief. Sadness. Regret. Happiness. The worst seemed like regret.
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