Okay, so I decided instead of updating with short chapters for both stories, to alternate between updating them so that you get big chunks about everyday :)

DISCLAIMER: I in no way or form own any of these characters unless noted otherwise. All rights go to the ever wonderful author, Richelle Mead who I have forgiven for transforming Dimitri so long as she brings him back later in the series :)

I made my way down the highway and pondered on the thought of hitching a ride. It probably wasn't the safest idea, though. Sure, I could probably take anyone on in a fight, but if they were the one behind the wheel that probably wouldn't end well. I sighed and kept walking, surely I could make it to town and the bank. From there I would get a taxi to the airport and make my way to Siberia. For years we'd had it pounded into our brains to follow our instincts; So when my first notion was that Dimitri would go to his homeland after turning Strigoi, I went with it. I sighed when I heard a horn honking and cat calls from a red sports car. I looked up to see them as they started to slow then pull to a stop beside me. The car was a convertible to it was easy to see the occupants inside, there are two blonde haired boys in the back seat. They looked to be around my age, maybe younger. They had those typical "I wanna be gangtser" hats on with the brim off center. I thought it looked ridiculous but they seemed to think they were the next Eminem. The driver has wavy brown hair with perfectly placed highlights and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. He grinned at me and motioned to the empty passenger seat, "Hey there Baby, need a ride?" I rolled my eyes, "Well no shit I need a ride, Sherlock. But if I'm going to be bombarded with sexual comments from the three of you I'd rather walk." I retorted. The driver just laughed, unabashed by my obvious rejection. "Don't worry, we'll behave." He assured me. I sighed, looking to the sign that informed me that the nearest town was another 30 miles then my eyes looked to the setting sun. Much to their delight I reluctantly got in, "Where to?" He asked, starting back onto the highway. "Wells Fargo Bank." I replied, buckling my seatbelt. Some kind of music was blaring from the stereo, it sounded a lot like a couple of teenagers had gotten a hold of the microphone and a couple of metal trashcans, rhyming about getting some booty and trying to "Lay down the beat." I scoffed and switched off the radio. The twin posers in the back complained but the driver hushed them, "Let her listen to what she wishes." He chastised them. They grumbled but the complaining ceased. "You know beautiful, I still don't know your name."

"I don't see how that's of any importance." I replied.

"Well, if it helps any help my name is Roger." He smiled at me and waited expectantly.

After 7 minutes of an awkward silence I sighed, "It's Rose." I replied in a clipped tone.

"That's a pretty sexy name." One of the twins called from the back.

"Keep it in your pants big boy or you'll find yourself with less than you have now which I must say is probably not much." I snapped.

He sneered at me in the rear view mirror but shut up.

Roger chuckled and tried to revive the conversation, "So Rose, whys a pretty think like you walking alone down a highway when it's nearly dark." He asked.

"I told you, I'm on my way to Wells Fargo Bank."

He barked out a laugh, "I believe I'm well aware of that. I'm just curious as to why you're traveling alone, I'm sure there are flocks of men just drooling to at least drive you into town."

I rolled my eyes, "Look, I appreciate the ride and everything. But believe me you don't want to get to know me. You're better off just keeping your hands and thoughts to yourself."

His gaze fell on me then back to the road, it was quiet but I thought I might have heard him mutter something about be, 'tall, dark, mysterious, and irresistible." I decided to ignore it, instead watching the mile markers fly by. Finally we pulled in front of them bank and he pulled to a stop, I got out quickly and Roger smiled at me, it actually looked sincere. "Take care of yourself Rose." He said.

"Will try." I replied and stepped into the bank. It was obvious they were just closing. I walked up to the counter and the teller gave me an annoyed look but she pasted on a forced smile, "Hello, how may I help you?" She asked. "I'm here to check on my account set up by Adrian Ivashkov." I said, getting straight to the point. Her eyes widened, "Ohh yes of course. Right this way." She stuttered and led me back to one of the offices. A man with perfectly styled red hair and sharp ice blue eyes looked up at me. "Is this Mrs. Ivashkov, Allison?" He asked the woman leading me. "Yes, Mr. Wakefield." She replied and scurried off.

"Please sit, Mrs. Ivashkov." He said to me and smiled what I supposed was to be a warm smile. I took a seat in over stuffed chair.

"It is to my understanding that your husband Mr. Adrian Ivashkov has set up a joint account specifically for you."

Woah, woah WOAH! Husband? Oh, I just want to see Adrian try and break into my dream after that one. Inside I was fuming but then again, my rational side argued with my reckless, this was the only way to get me the money I requested without raising suspicion; though I'm sure the thought of Adrian every actually settling down with anyone was shocking in it's own way. I kept my emotions from my face but my voice was a bit tight when I replied.

"Yes that is correct."

He nodded and showed me a few papers, "Mr. Ivashkov took care of all the paperwork, all I need is your signature here, here, here, and here." He said, pointing out the dotted lines. I signed and he handed me a jet black debit card with gold writing. "This takes straight from your account of 500,000 dollars and should it run out we've been instructed to replenish it with money from his other accounts." Somehow I managed to keep my jaw from hitting the floor, I simply nodded in agreement, as though I already knew about this. We, or rather he, said a few last things and I was on my way out. Half a million dollars?! Has Adrian lost his mind? How on earth will I ever be able to spend that, much less pay him back for that amount. I grumbled and kicked a rock as I made my way down the street and looked for a taxi. It was completely dark out now and there wasn't a cab in site. I cursed under my breath and tried to come up with a plan. I was so rudely interrupted, though, by the nauseous feeling from the pit of my stomach. I cursed aloud and pulled out my stake. There were two strigoi in front of me, both men, and much to my dismay both obviously well built dhampir guardians before being 'awakened', making them that much more a bitch to destroy. "Well well well what do we have here," One smirked, as he circled around me. "Now what's a pretty little Dhampir doing out at this hour all alone?" He purred but his voice was the farthest thing from soothing, it was smooth and deadly. I glared at him, "Out hunting monsters like you." I snapped back, quickly moving to stake his partner who cried out and collapsed to the ground, dead. The strigoi who had been taunting me chuckled but it sounded more like a snarl. "Sassy aren't we." Something inside me snapped.

"Alright look asshole. I've had enough of men hitting on me while I'm TRYING to go along my merry way to kill bastards like you!" I exclaimed and landed a good kick in his gut while he was shocked by my outburst. He snarled and jumped up, unfazed. Guess playtime's over.

He struck out and landed a good hit on my shoulder, I grunted but was to furious to think straight enough to acknowledge the pain. We lunged and ducked, each landing some pretty sick blows on the other until I stabbed him in the knee with the stake, causing him to cry out in agony and staggered to his knees, I took that brief moment to stake him. It was all over now but I was still royal ticked. I ripped pieces of cloth from both of their clothing and stuffed them in my pocket. If I was going on a Strigoi hunt I might as well document my kills. I walked down the street and came to a 24/7 gas station. I strode in and ignored the shocked look from the cashier at my disheveled appearance. When I reached the bathroom I got a good look at myself. Pretty good considering, I had a small cut above my right eye which I closed with some liquid band aid stuff I'd picked up upon leaving the academy and I washed the blood the best I could off myself.

After cleaning up myself, I left the gas station in search of a motel. I came upon one that looked nice enough and checked in. The half asleep receptionist handed me the key and I made my way to my room. It wasn't that fancy but it had the bare essentials. Which really was all I needed. A small bed with the scratchy comforter but surprisingly soft mattress and pillows that weren't completely flat like most places. A fairly good sized bathroom that had a toilet, shower, and sink that worked. I threw my bag onto the bed and got out a few bathrooms supplies before going to take my shower. When I finished I went back and laid on the bed, sighing contently as I started to drift.

My dream started out normally enough, but then the scenery changed and I was in what looked like a private beach. I smelt the familiar clove and huffed, "Adrian. I know you're there."

"Hello little Dhampir." His voice greeted me as he stepped out from behind the sand dune.

I simply glared in response, it seemed stupid to still be annoyed about the married couple thing but I wasn't in the mood to be reasonable.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with an innocent smile.

"Well let's see. I was hit on for an hour and a half by some teenage wanna be gangsters, found out we're supposedly married, and got attacked by two strigoi. I'm tired and now I can't get the rest I need because you won't leave me be in my dreams." I retorted

He sighed and shook his head, "I didn't expect for you to be attacked by so much on the first day of your hunt." He replied, slightly sarcastic though I'm sure the part of the two strigoi probably didn't sit too well with him.

"I appreciate the money Adrian and I'll find some way to pay you back but please, I need to sleep."

Adrian frowned but conceded to my wishes, "Until next time then little dhampir." He bowed and grinned at me then I fell back into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

I have nothing against gangsters or rap, this is just how I depicted Rose to be. And I honestly don't cuss as much as she does/will, I'm just trying to stick to character.
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