As promised the first chapter of Crimson Revelations.

For everyone that want to read how I fix the mess I left behind in Crimson power, welcome back. Thanks for trusting me enough to continue reading. And thanks for the many reviews, follows and faves. I promised a time jump so don't get confused by the first part of the chapter.

For all the new readers. Hello. This is a sequel to Crimson Power. I would advise reading that story first, but if you want to give it a go, be my guest.

Chapter 1

RPOV

"Love fades, Mine has."

As he said those words I broke inside. I shouldn't even feel this way because I had Adrian, but they broke me none the less.

I couldn't let Dimitri see me like this. I wouldn't let him see me break. I hadn't broken in the room in Russia, I hadn't broken on the bridge and I wouldn't break in front of him now.

I stood up from the pew in the church and made my way outside. I nearly stumbled on my own feet trying to get out of church. I was vaguely aware of someone following me.

I walked around the corner of the church and slid down the wall of the building opposite the church. I let the tears fall freely. I didn't make a sound. I didn't ball my eyes out. If it weren't for the steady stream of tears and the empty look in my eyes, I doubt anyone would have known how upset I was.

I saw a large shadow approach from around the corner. I wiped my eyes quickly.

"Rose…"

I knew he knew how I felt. He could always see right through me. I had seen realization in the church. He knew he might have taken it too far. But I couldn't hear his apology. I couldn't hear another; You should just give up on me, and I am a danger to you. I couldn't hear him justifying not even wanting to see me. I got up and walked away.

"Rose, please…"

"No, Dimitri. I am giving you what you want, I am leaving you alone. Now return the favor and leave."

Dimitri's guards were catching up to him but he just kept following me. I was making my way to my guest apartment; at least there I could shut the door in his face. We rounded another corner when I felt the earth move. It felt like the gravity was increasing and pressing down on me and the next moment I felt feather light and I could almost lift myself off of the ground. The ground moved underneath us. It changed. Where it had been a pristine tile, no doubt expensive before, it was now flickering towards something well-worn and was that blood? The gravity came back with a vengeance again and it knocked me down on the ground which was no longer flickering but was now that blood-stained worn tile I saw. I saw Dimitri next to me and he seemed as disoriented as I was.

When I trusted my body again to move, I turned my head and looked around. It didn't look much different from what I had seen a moment ago, except the building I had just cried against was no longer a building. It was a ruin. The roof was gone and so was part of the walls. There was still half a window with shattered glass. The church was burned down behind us. What happened? Did we pass out? Or go into a coma for a few years?

Dimitri was standing up next to me and I saw he was as confused as I was.

"Roza, are you okay?"

For a moment he seemed to forget that he didn't want anything to do with me. Concern was in his voice and I think he didn't even realize he called me Roza, something he hadn't done since he was turned back. But I didn't meet his gaze as I grumbled out a 'fine'.

"I can't believe I did it."

I was brought out of my own depressive mood by the very tired voice. I looked towards a fountain, well, what used to be a fountain and saw a blond girl being supported by a man with dark curly hair. She had been the one to speak and I saw wonder in her eyes as she looked at us. Her eyes held something familiar. They were a shade of green I recognized. Although she was clearly Dhampir I think she had some Ivashkov in her line.

The curly haired man handed the girl a flask and she drank it eagerly. I wondered if there was alcohol in there. Certainly would substantiate my suspicions of her being Ivashkov. But when a little bit spilled down her side it was orange. Juice maybe?

"Yeah, you did it Dani, now come sit down."

The curly man said to the girl, clearly named Dani.

I walked a little closer to them. I dragged my feet and saw I was crossing a border made of what salt?, dirt? I looked back to the place we had 'landed' and saw it was in the middle of a geometric shape. It reminded me a little of a pentagram, but it had more corners. God what had this girl done to us.

I turned back around to the two and put my hands on my hips.

"Can someone explain to me…."

My words were cut off when there was a siren going off. The screeching over the speakers was annoying as hell, I covered my ears. The curly haired man stood to attention and I saw his hand move towards his belt. He was taking out a stake? Why would he do that at court? But then I felt it. The nausea. There were Strigoi here. But how could that be. This is court. The most guarded place in the world.

But as the nausea intensified I knew this was real. I braced myself for a fight but realized I was unarmed. Dimitri didn't know what was going on, but my reaction and the reaction of Curls over there was enough to let Dimitri know there was a threat, and of course the never ending alarm was still going off. Normally that wasn't a good sign either.

Dimitri reached down to his own belt but realized same as me he wasn't armed either. He swore in Russian. He was moving closer to me, almost as if I needed protecting. I nearly growled, I hadn't needed his protection in a long time, and I wouldn't have it now. I was about to say something of the kind when five Strigoi came around. I halted my commentary on Dimitri's behavior as I looked at the Strigoi who had come from a side street and were now between us and Curls and Dani.

I saw Curls was pushing Dani behind him as well, as he prepared for battle. Funny because I saw the same kind of annoyance in Dani at the gesture as I had had when Dimitri tried to protect me only a moment ago.

"Declan, don't treat me like a baby. I can fight."

"You are still drained so don't exert yourself, the spell took a lot out of you. Besides you'll always be my little sister."

He gave her a big grin while she rolled her eyes. However, his eyes were back on the threat a second later.

Brother and sister huh. I really didn't see that. Dani was blond with green eyes and had light skin, Declan however, had dark brown curls, dark brown eyes and even his skintone seemed to have a little dark mixed in. He would sooner be my brother then hers. Although his face structure told me he had a different heritage, Native American maybe?, But his name suggested an Irish decent. They looked nothing alike, but maybe half siblings or something.

The Strigoi were dividing their attention, three were hissing at us and two were turned away from us, towards Declan and Dani.

They engaged and I couldn't do anything but defend. I didn't have anything to kill them with. Why is there never an axe around when you need one?

I was trying to keep him at bay, but I was losing that battle. He was inches away from my neck when the look in his eyes changed from feral hunger to shock.

Blood splattered on my clothes and on my face. I could still see the Strigoi who had been fighting me spurt out a few last breaths before his eyes went dead. I saw something protruding from his chest. A sword?

The sword was pulled back and the body slumped to the floor. The person holding the sword and who made the kill was now visible and it was like looking into a mirror. Her brown eyes and dark hair matched perfectly to her dark outfit and stormy focused look. She looked shocked at me for a moment before she composed herself and left to find another victim for her sword. I was left there standing a little stunt, where were we?

The girl was already engaged in the next fight, well fight was a little much, massacre was more like it. In the middle of the battle field, now engaging the other four Strigoi, were two Dhampirs, a boy and the girl. They couldn't have been older than me and something told me they were younger. The girl was wielding a thin and small blade, it reminded me a bit of a katana but with a modern edge. The boy standing at at least six feet five was wielding a broad sword. It was huge and it almost looked comical in the hand of the youngster, although he seemed to wield it like it weighed nothing. The metal of the blades looked weird. I didn't know what kind of metal it was, but it was affective. The boy brought down the full weight of the sword on one of the Strigoi's neck and its head fell right off, like his neck was made of butter instead of bones and muscles. I saw the girl pull a second blade from her back and crossed them at the neck of a Strigoi, she pulled on both blades and in the intersection his head popped right off. They didn't seem to mind the blood splattered on them. As a matter of fact she seemed to be licking it of her lips. When she turned around again I saw her eyes had changed color. From the deep brown they had been before to red-rimmed. If I didn't know any better I would say she was Strigoi, but she hadn't been a moment ago and she was still engaging the remainder of the Strigoi instead of attacking us.

The boy and girl moved together to finish off the last Strigoi. They seemed to know where the other one was at all times. Moving in perfect synchrony. I had only seen and felt it once before. When Dimitri and I would fight together. It was a product of endless hours of training together and instinct for the other and these two had perfected it into an art form.

I assumed they would kill the last Strigoi by decapitation or piercing it with their blade but to my utter horror they sank their teeth into its neck, the boy on one end and the girl on the other. Okay so there went my 'they are not Strigoi' theory. Dimitri moved slightly in front of me again. Jackass.

The moment they pulled back I saw their eyes change color again. Back to the rich brown it had been before. The body of the Strigoi slumped to the ground. He wasn't healing from this anymore. So I suppose there were four ways to kill a Strigoi now. Of course nobody had ever tried drinking from a Strigoi before. That would simply be nuts. I wondered if Strigoi did it to each other. But Dimitri had once told me there was no nourishment in it.

"Yo, you two done?"

A boy with black hair and green I hadn't noticed, had joined us.

"Yeah, we are, take care of them."

The girl said when at the same time the black-haired boy smiled and with what seemed like a flick of his fingers set the Strigoi on fire. Moments later they were nothing more than dust in the wind.

The alarm had died down now and the immediate threat seemed to have gone. So I turned to these curious people.

"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?"

The boy and girl turned to me and the shock on the boy's face registered. He was still staring at me and Dimitri when I saw the girl turn back around and storming of towards Dani.

"Fucking hell, Dani, what did you do? I thought we discussed this and we decided no."

"No Lera, you two decided. The rest of us are willing to do anything to save this world."

"But this, this is to dangerous, you don't know if you make it worse of not."

"How can it get any worse? It may not be so bad for the two of you, but for the rest of us this is hell, never knowing when you breathe your last breath."

I saw the girl was about to go into it with Dani, when a strong male voice echoed through the courtyard we were standing in.

"That is enough."

Both girls turned around at the new voice and I felt my own eyes travel towards the very familiar form. Well somewhat familiar. His hair had a little salt and pepper at the temples and around his eyes were some wrinkles which had been absent the last time I saw him. The content of his green eyes was different too. Where Adrian's eyes had always been carefree and held a mischievous note in them, his eyes now betrayed his age more than his greying hair or his wrinkles. They were the eyes of someone who had seen a lot. Too much even. But as he laid eyes on me his eyes softened.

"Little Dhampir. You are a sight for sore eyes."

He closed the distance between us and his hand hesitantly touched my cheek. As if he was afraid I would dissolve into thin air if he touched me. But the sensation was strange. I was used to seeing desire in his eyes whenever he saw me or touched me. And although it was clear that there was love in his eyes towards me I could not detect lust in them anymore. More wishfulness.

He looked over to Dimitri and I could even see some fondness for him in his eyes, that was new.

He gave a small nod towards Dimitri acknowledging him.

"Adrian, what is going on?"

He turned back around to me and I heard him take a deep breath.

"We have a lot to talk about, little Dhampir. You best follow me inside. I'll make some tea."

Tea? Since when was Adrian drinking tea instead of alcohol?

"Lera, Sasha, you two come with me. Declan take Dani and Eric and get them inside."

The girl and boy who had taken down five Strigoi in a matter of second, obviously named Lera and Sasha, swiped their blades in the air, releasing some excess blood before they sheathed their blades in their holsters at their back. The modest slim blades Lera was carrying only sticking out slightly above her shoulder, whereas Sasha's sword filled his entire back, and was both reaching beyond his hips and butt as well as his head.

I noticed they were both fascinated by both Dimitri and I. I wondered why. They were obviously against us coming here.

We followed Adrian across court. As I was looking around I was mortified. The place was ruined. At its center the palace which had once been so majestic and pristine, now looked like a bomb when off inside of it. Although it didn't look as bad as some of the other properties at court.

Adrian took us to the meeting room. No guardians were stationed there. No royals were passing us by. The place was deserted.

Adrian motioned for us to sit. He was in the small kitchenette making tea apparently and we were left with just Dimitri and I and Lera and Sasha across from us. It was awkward. They were staring at us like they never saw another person before.

Adrian came back with an actual tray of tea and biscuits. He put a cup in front of us each.

"So?"

I asked a little impatient.

"So… You two are in the future."

I have had some speculations on how I would fix Romitri's death. Well here it is: time travel. I am such a Scifi nerd. I hope you all like it.