A/N: I know I haven't written in a while and I'm very sorry for that. I've been very busy. But on my wonderful day off I decided to put an idea into words. It's kind of based on the song Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, but it's not a songfic. And it's short, I know. I have a better idea for another story. I OWN NOTHING!! ALL OF THIS BELONGS TO RICHELLE MEAD!! Now, on with the show…

The rain fell, drop by drop, onto the grey sidewalk. All I could think of was him. I had to find him. As one foot stepped in front of the other, I kept walking. Aimless and tired, I walked. I could feel thick locks of my hair on my back, soaked from the rain. It was cold, it was April, and it was Portland.

For months now all I had tried to do was find him one more time. To hear is voice once more. I didn't care that he was a Strigoi. None of that mattered anymore. He was my Russian God.

My small jacket and jeans weren't good at keeping out the wet, so I could feel my shivers in my bones. I could hear the squish and squeak of my sneakers. The humidity was horrid. I looked up at the sky. Grey. Lately that seemed to be the color of my life. Grey skies. Grey shoes. Grey top. Grey feeling. Grey thoughts. He was my color. He was missing.

I tripped. I'm not sure what I tripped on or over, but I tripped. I didn't even try to catch myself as my body hurdled towards the concrete. I didn't care. Maybe it was better I fall. Maybe I'd hurt myself. Maybe I'd die. At this point, death didn't seem all that bad. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain on impact.

But the pain never came. Instead, I felt a gentle set of arms catch me, and carry me to their lap. I opened my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or if I'd really died. But I knew one thing, I was safe.

Dimitri was leaning over me with a worried look in his ruby ringed eyes. He smiled. "Roza…" was all he said. His voice was shaking.

I wanted to cry. I reached up and touched his cold face. He'd never let me fall. But he was a Strigoi. He couldn't always be there for me. And I knew that.

I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't let me. He wasn't holding me down, but I was weak. I hated being weak. I never wanted to be weak. To be weak was to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable was to die. But then again, I wasn't sure if I cared anymore.

With one look, He read all of this in my eyes. He knew me well. "Come," he said, "be with me, and you'll never be weak again."

I knew what he was offering. And at any other time or place I would have outright refused, but I considered it.

A million thoughts flew through my head. Should I take his offer and become a Strigoi? Should I get up and walk away right now?

I thought about Lissa. Who would be her guardian? Who would protect her? Who would keep her sane? Who would be there for her when she cried? I thought about Christian. He could do it. He did half of my jobs nowadays.

I looked back at Dimitri. I couldn't speak. But all I needed to do was nod, and he would take me. So I did.

He leaned his mouth close to my neck. "Are you sure? There's no turning back."

I swallowed and nodded. His strong jaw latched itself onto my neck. I could feel the pounding of my blood in my ears. I felt the rush of endorphins take away the pain. We were one, and I would be with him forever. He would protect me, and I could protect him.

I felt my consciousness slipping away. I grabbed his shoulder. He stopped. "It'll be ok," he whispered.

"I love you…" was all I said before I blacked out.