Two years later….
Rose's point of view:
Life is about survival. Nothing is like it was before, but now. I remember little things of my former past life. Too little… except for Dimitri, and my family at the Academy.
My heart was the deepest, darkest chasm of hell. A cold, bitter place where dreams and hopes had long since been laid to rest, forever. That nothing could save me, for the darkness of it. And without dreams and hopes, why did I bother? Rosemarie Hathaway, the now new and dangerous Strigoi, moved invisible among society, but not as a ghost-a dark presence who haunted the shadows of the living, waiting, always waiting, for the for the sins of the past to catch up with me.
Although strong and wealthy, I was different some how. Strigoi's were awakened to take some chances, to test the limits of their strengths and weaknesses. I could do neither. A normal existing of me was out of the question. Survival alone kept me shuffling along. One foot in front of the other. Trudging mindlessly forward to no particular destination. OH, to hell with it, even I was not in the mood for my dark thoughts.
Nor was I enthused to find myself standing alone in the middle of the night club, in Finland, forced out among society by boredom, no, no boredom, I admitted, but a simple need to feel life teeming around me. No one dare to approached me, neither human or drunk morois and some dmaphirs. I was a girl cloaked in mystery, murder, hunger, madness and power. But still not a normal girl or a strigoi…
The sound of heart beats reached me over my sensitive ears, over the loud pounding music. That I was the object of several people's attention did not go unnoticed by me. I couldn't ignore the scent of their attraction, the sweet smell of the dancing morois and humans musk hidden from most by a strong smell of alcohol and sweat.
If I closed my eyes and concentrated, I could hear the excited little voices in their heads, the flutter of their hearts, the delicious blood that rushed through their veins. But I did not tortured myself with my strange gifts of my awareness's in the caves. But I accepted it in my new crappy, shitty, life, my position among society, or, rather, my lack of it.
Regardless of my dark appearances to the people, none were brave enough to approach me. I supposed it was instincts of death and danger I always threw out around me.
I looked round me, to see if I could see the bastard I was going to kill tonight, well if it's not tonight the tomorrow….
Dimitri's point of view:
I kept my eyes on her as she moved down the street. Her hair, dark brown, gleamed in the moonlight, skimmed down her shoulders to her waist. Her body curvy as ever, seductive and strong, moved fluidly as she ran with an impossible strigoi speed through the night.
I had been watching her for days now. Watching as she prowled the streets of Finland at night. Watching as she fought. As she killed. And as she fed, from other strigoi.
Rose.
There have been whispered about her for some time. Tales about the strigoi who hunted her own kind.
The strigoi who fought with the dampers to kill the strigoi, or save some lives along the way. Or kill any damn thing that got her way.
There was a price on her head. But for some time, no one had been able to collect that bounty.
Because my Rose was one tough girl to kill.
She approached a ramshackle building, a building with boarder windows and red flags shining on the exterior walls. Her hand lifted, and banged on the door, hard. A man wrenched open the metal door. He took one look at Rose and step a little too far from her, letting her inside. I caught the scent of blood on the wind. My body stiffened as understanding the dawned. She'd just gone into a feeding room. One of the safe houses for strigoi vamps. A place to drink blood, sex, kill, and do whatever the hell the strigoi's wanted with the humans who were unlucky enough to be inside. Who were clueless about the danger inside, until it was too late. Often the humans stumble into the strigois feeding rooms by mistake. They thought they'd just gone into a new bar, a trendy, secret spot. Then the strigois got them.
I know I couldn't go in there, it would be suicide. If I wanted to save Rose from her strigoi body I would stay a live to keep that promise, and it would take her a while to get out from there. So I decided to turned around and make my way to the hotel I was staying at. I walked to the hotel. And once there I prepared myself to sleep. It was only two hour left for sunrise, and I hope Rose would get to her place soon. I still love her, no matter what. But I know that if I ever get to free her, a part of me will die along with it. I just know.
I closed my eyes, and dreamed of my beloved Rose…..
