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RPOV
I lay on the doctor's table, looking at the ceiling. I know I am pregnant before he even says anything about my test results. I can feel it in my gut that I am and I have no control over it. Whoever I had sex with before I lost my memory is out there somewhere. Could he miss me? Or could he simply be a one night stand? I do not know and I don't even know if I will ever find out. Dr. Roberts comes into the room holding a clipboard and some papers. I watch as he pulls up a wooden chair next to the exam table.
"You are indeed Pregnant, just as I suspected," he says showing me the marks on the paper. They all look like little non-important scribbles to me. I nod and watch as he flips the page to show me a little pea looking thing. I had seen ultrasound pictures before, but I have never seen a baby look like a tiny non existent little dot before. "Now your head is a totally different matter. We could do a couple things on that. First we can try to find clues in the cemetery where you said you woke up, and we can ship you off to Nashville and have the fancy doctor take a look at ya."
"I don't want to go to more doctors. I am scared." I look at him with fear ringing in my eyes and he nods as if understanding my predicament.
"Well you don't look more then 17 years old so I think you should be going to school while you stay here in our town. Donna Jo will give you a bed and some clothes to wear, and Mrs. Wilkins will let you work in her Diner when you are out of school. That will get you some cash to hold on to for when you do remember where you're from. Detective Williams will walk with you through Old Man Sperry's Cemetery. Crazy old fool don't like no people walkin on his property." I nod and allow him to help me up from my seat. We walk into the lobby of the small doctor's office to the waiting room where a police officer stands. The man is young with a curly brown mustache planted right above his big lips.
"You must be the little lady who can't get her eggs in a row," he says shaking my hand. I nod silently and follow him outside the cramped office. It is such a relief to get out of the claustrophobic building and into the fresh country air. Something about the country makes me feel peaceful. Maybe I live in the country or something like that. We reach the gate and the big lock is still firmly wrapped around the wrought iron spokes. "Sperry! Open up!" The detective yells towards the inside of the creepy graveyard. A couple minutes later a completely nude old man comes waddling over wearing a big ring of keys from a string on his waist.
"What you want?" he growls in an annoyed tone of voice. I move my eyes and try concentrating on his face, but it doesn't work to well. My eyes involuntarily travel downwards to look at his shriveled up junk.
"Official police business," Detective Williams states holding up a shiny badge that looks like it came out of a cracker jacks box. I roll my eyes and look down at my feet.
"Why you got that riffraff? She was dropped off to be buried this morning, but then up and left before I could get to diggin' her grave. Got the tombstone in place and everything." I look at the detective, eyes wide with fear. I was going to be buried alive. If I had woken up any later I could be 6 feet under this very second.
"We will need to see the tombstone, the gravesite and any mementos the people dropped her off left her with. This little lady has no memory of her life and we need to get her home." He slowly puts a key in the lock and opens the gate.
"Right towards the back. You can't miss it; there is a big hole where she was supposed to be stuck in. you don't suppose she will let me put her in it anyways?" he asks eyeing me as if I am fresh meat about to be eaten. I hide behind the detective protectively.
"No there will be no burying of her today. She is pregnant and too young to die." He says walking towards the back of the cemetery.
"Hope it isn't one of the creepy men that dropped you off. They were quite old if you know what I mean." He chuckles to himself and walks past the detective.
"Arty, you're going to need to get the video surveillance to show us what these guys looked like," the detective says eyeing the different tombstones throughout the way.
"Well you could just let me bury her and then they would be back to give me money for the whole process," he says slowing down is waddle. I walk next to the detective, keeping my eyes on the old man, In case he will actually attempt to shove my living body into a grave. I trip on a rock and as I regain my balance I fall sideways into an empty grave with a coffin already open. I scream loudly and stand up. Detective Williams lifts me out and I start crying. We found my grave.
"Looks like your name is Rose Hathaway," he says pointing to the tombstone. Loving Daughter and Fiery Fighter. Guardians will miss you. What does that even mean? I run my fingers over the name wondering why anyone would want me dead. Did they even know I was pregnant?
"What am I going to tell those nice young boys when they come back tonight?" Sperry asks taping his bare foot against the grass near my grave.
"Well you will collect there money and show them the fresh grave. They don't need to know the body isn't in the coffin. Let them think she is dead, and then we will look out for her and her baby."
"Don't think they will fall for that one, but whatever you say." He walks off towards a small looking hut on the property, his wrinkly ass cheeks bouncing with each step. I shutter at the disgusting images that will be scared into my brain forever. The detective uses a shovel to close the coffin. The he proceeds to dump all of the dirt on top of it sealing my past life up tightly inside. All my memories are locked up tightly with whoever wanted me dead and now all of that is buried deep within the earth. When he is done patting the dirt done to make it look like a fresh grave he lays a single rose on top of the dirt.
"Even though you're alive your grave should have some love," he explains. I nod and allow him to pull me into the old man's hut. Inside the small hut is a single desk, some shovels and a boatload of filing cabinets, probably containing information on all of the tombs and a couple slabs of granite. The old man stands behind the desk looking at an open file. He shoves it across the desk towards Detective Williams when he hears us come in.
"That's all they said about this trouble maker," he says pointing at the file. I look down at it and read through the information.
Name: Rosemarie "Rose" Hathaway
Age: 17
DOB: N/A
Parents: Bitch and Zmey
Additional Info: Rose is a strong fighter and fought her hardest to her last breath. It just happened that she couldn't beat all her enemies as easily as she had been trained. Her death was torturous and filled with pain. Bitch deserved what she got. Our regards to Belikov.
I have no clue what any of this means. My mother is a bitch and I fight people was the only real information, besides age and name that I could comprehend. I don't even know what a Belikov is. Is it a person or a group of people? I would never know now since I am dead, well thought to be dead.
"Well this appears to be like they are trying to get back at someone for wronging them. Possibly your parents. Sarcasm is used a lot throughout this, but at least you are safe and we have something to work off of."
"If they filled out the papers like this don't you think it is meant to be seen? Like they expect my parents or this Belikov to come read this file?" I ask considering the possibility that someone is coming to look for me. I sincerely hope someone wants to find me.
"I have no idea if they do or not, but we can keep surveillance on your grave and note who stops to see you. We will do our best to get you back where you belong, but until then we all want you to take it easy and just live this new life until we can know who did this to you and who is looking for you. We will find out, I promise little lady." He smiles at me and all I can do is nod.
"Here is some junk they said to bury you with," he says tossing a brown paper bag towards us. I open it and spill the contents onto the table. A small bracelet falls out onto the table. It is a different looking bracelet and I put it on for safe keeping. That is the only thing they wanted to give me was a little bracelet I have no recollection of.
"Let's take you back to Donna Jo's. You should get cleaned up and a fresh pair of clothes. Then we can register you for school and get you a work schedule. I nod and follow him out of the cemetery all together. It doesn't take long until we make our way to a small trailer park not far away from the Diner. A pink trailer stands out above all the others, and it happens to be that one that we stop at. The Detective knocks on the door and a young man who appears to be my age answers. He is tall, muscular and has shaggy light brown hair. Quite cute in my opinion and very familiar looking.
"What's wrong Detective?" the young man asks in a husky voice.
"Your mother is taking in this little lady for a little while. Show her to a shower, and give her some of Melissa's old clothes. Your mother will be home soon." The detective leaves me standing on the front porch of a bright pink trailer.
"Come on in," he says leading me into what will now be my home. He points towards the direction of a small bathroom and hands me a towel, a pair of short shorts and a tank top. After a quick shower I exit the bathroom and find the boy sitting in front of a TV in the living room.
"Is there anywhere I can take a rest?" I ask quietly, not really wanting to disturb him. He nods and leads me towards the back of the trailer to a bedroom where a bunk bed sets against the wall.
"Top bunk is mine," he says tossing me a pillow. Once he leaves and shuts the door, I lie down and close my eyes. I fall asleep almost immediately.
DPOV
The Strigoi have taken Roza. Everyone is in a panic, knowing that a student has been taken and most likely turned. There is no chance in hell that she is dhampir after taken by them. If we are lucky she is dead. Everyone is going to treat her like a fallen solider and give her a proper funeral. If she comes back alive we will be relieved, but if she comes back Strigoi I will do what I must and kill her.
"Guardian Belikov," a soft voice whispers from behind me. I spin around quickly to see the Princess standing there, tears running down her cheeks. They are all to young to feel loss, especially that of someone their own age. Inside I too am dying, but I don't let anyone see it.
"Yes Princess?" I ask going over to her. I want to comfort her and tell her everything will be ok, but that would be a lie. I am not even ok.
"Is there anyway I can bring her back?" she asks voice barely above a whisper.
"There is nothing we can do for her. She is gone and we must mourn, but we have to move on. As a Guardian we die sometimes, but that can't ever let us stop doing our job."
"Aren't you even sad a little bit? You've trained with her and spent a lot of time with her. How can you act like everything will be ok."
"It is not my job to cry, Princess. Yes I will miss Roza more than anything, but she wouldn't want me to cry when I can be protecting you and doing my job." She falls into my arms and sobs harder.
"I miss her so much," she cries. My heart melts as I try so hard to keep my tears from spilling down my cheeks.
"I know Princess, I miss her too." Oh Roza.
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