So in this chapter, Dimitri and Rose are 4 years old. I'll be going into their friendship in more detail and Rose gets some sad news, news that might spark her bad streaks from here on out. I'm hoping to go into some of Abe's Mafia business stuff and how he is grooming Rose to take over it when she's an adult
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Vampire Academy, or Dimitri, or Tasha. I only want Tasha so then I can officially kill her and make the world happy.
I've resorted to writing down these past years because my thoughts are such a jumbled mess right now. I kept getting distracted. My cat, Ally, wasn't helping either. She only reminded me of him, but I still loved her, even with her constant purring and rubbing. I was writing in pencil but after snapping 3 of them in half I switched to a military pen my father gave me. I now know why he gave it to me. I guess my next step is when we were 4 years old. I think that the week of my birthday was the happiest yet most stressful one I had experienced that year. Come to think of it, I can't really recall anything else from that year unless it was spent with Dimitri.
Well damn it, that's a waste of memory.
~13 years ago~
*Age 4*
-Location, Russia-
The week of my birthday, April 25- May 3, was finally here. My actual birth date is May 3rd, but my family did things differently for me on my birthday. Every morning during that week when I woke up, a cupcake made with brownie mix and a note taped to it would be waiting for me on the kitchen counter. Of course I would gobble the cupcake and then read the note. The note would be a clue to the next note. There were 4 notes in all this year, one for each of my birthdays. When I found all four notes, the last one would lead me to my first present. I would get up every morning and do this until the last day- the actual day of my birthday. I would still get my cupcake but I had to wait until my party to get my present. I'm home schooled so the only other kids I know are from Olena's fighting classes. All of the other kids my age from that class were invited and we would have a competition. The winner would get a special prize, but I had to fight for my present. Even if I lost, I would still get it, but that has never happened before.
On the first day of that week, as soon as I woke up, I bolted from my bed and shot straight downstairs for my cupcake and to start the hunt for my present. But when I got down there, at first I was happy. Dimitri was sitting on the counter waiting for me eating something. My cupcake. That's when my mood turned south.
"Good morning Rose." After knowing each other for a year now, we had both dropped out formalities we had used when we first met.
"What are you eating Dimitri?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he stilled answered.
"A brownie cupcake. Why?" I frowned and marched up to him.
"Why are you eating my cupcake Dimitri?" Again, more of a statement than a question.
"Because it's not yours." My temper spiked.
"What makes you th-" I was cut off by something delicious being shoved into my mouth. I swallowed it and grinned.
"Black bread! It's so yummy!" I wasn't mad anymore.
"Really? I was really hoping you liked it because I made it myself. Just for you Roza." His smile was infectious so I couldn't help smiling back.
"I wish I had some more." Right then he pulled out 4 dozen slices of them from behind his back.
"Happy early Birthday." I set the tray on the counter and hugged him.
"Thanks 'Mitri."
After eating about a dozen pieces of black bread a piece, he helped me decipher the clue cards and we found my present- a whole bunch of new tank tops and training pants.
The rest of the week continued with Dimitri meeting me in my kitchen every morning, eating black bread, finding my presents, and playing all day until the sun set.
When it was finally the day of my birthday, I was woke up by something soft rubbing up against my face.
"What the hell?" I said sleepily as the thing continued to rub, and pur? I sat up and looked at the thing.
It's was a kitten. She had long thick fur, that was orange and white. Her nose was pink, with a single orange spot to the left side of it. Her amber eyes looked into my chocolate ones.
"Mew?" My girly side came out then.
"Aw your so sweet and fluffy!" I looked over to Dimitri who was sitting on the side of my bed smiling. Daddy had let him spend the night here.
"What's her name?" He looked amused by this.
"Annabelle. Sonya named her. I figured that this would be a neat way to wake you up today." I hugged Dimitri and went back to petting Annabelle.
"Rosemarie, it's time to get dressed for your party." Mommy called up. I looked at the clock an widened my eyes in surprise. It was 11 o'clock.
"What did your Mom pick out for you this year?" I got up and walked over the the bag hanging on the wall. I ripped the protective bag off quick brutally but I was going to hate it anyway, so I didn't care.
I heard Dimitri burst out laughing behind me. It was a very frilly, very fluffy pink dress with a gazillion bows everywhere. I like fluffy cats, not fluffy dresses. Actually, no, I hate dresses in general.
"If Mommy thinks I'm gonna wear this thing, she's mistaken."
I shuffled through my closet until I found a red tank top and black basketball shorts and my favorite hat that Dimitri had gotten me for Christmas.
I heard the door shut and Dimitri go downstairs while I changed. When I was done I called him back up to help me with something. I had been feeling quite rebellious towards my Mommy lately, so I really wanted to shock her when I went downstairs. I had Dimitri bring black face paint so that I could put black stripes under my eyes. I looked in my mirror and grinned. Daddy's gonna be so proud.
When we walked downstairs Mommy had her camera ready and as soon as I stepped into view, she snapped a picture.
"Rosemarie Elizabeth Hathaway Mazur! What are you wearing? I picked out a very pretty dress for you to wear."
"Oh Janie, darling, when will you learn? We had a little hell raiser here. She's not going to want to wear a dress. And besides, she would just have to change for the tournament."
After sighing in defeat, Mommy bent down and hugged me.
"Happy Birthday darling. Are you ready to go outside and start the party?"
"Hell yeah!" Daddy grinned and Mommy let out a deep breath.
The whole first half of the party flew by, until it was time to fight. One by one, I took them down. By the end of each fight, we were both on the mat giggling like crazy. Until I got to this annoying girl named Tasha. I had never liked Tasha, mainly because she was whiney, and she wanted my 'Mitri. She was always jealous that Dimitri spent all his time with me and not her. So when she stepped on the mat, my territory, I felt nothing but joy when I pinned her in less than 10 seconds.
"No fair! You cheated!" Tasha screamed as she stomped her foot.
Everyone just ignored her and pushed her off the mat so that I could face my last opponent, Dimitri.
It was a tough fight and he won in the end, but that was no shock. During classes, Dimitri and I always fought together. We were constantly challenging each other and improving our skills. Our Daddy's were proud.
After the party was over and I had opened all my gifts, everyone left except Dimitri. We were playing twister when my parents came in with grave looks on their faces.
"Rose, honey, we need to talk to you. Dimitri you can stay too."
"Okay." I sat down across from them and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Rose, Daddy's work is being... moved. We have to move with it."
"Okay. And?" Something in me knew that it wasn't just down the street, but I wanted to ignore that feeling.
"Honey, we're moving to America. It's far, far, far away from here."
"Okay. Can I go to bed now?"
"Yes. Good night." I kissed them both good night and went upstairs. Dimitri was staying the night again so he followed me up.
"Roza, are you okay?"
"No." He came over and pulled me into a hug just when I burst into tears.
"No! I don't wanna move! I don't wanna leave you 'Mitri! They can't make me!" I spent most of the night crying and talking to Dimitri.
Two weeks later I was staring out of the private jet's window staring at my best friends' sad face and waving bye.
Maybe that's when the cracks in our relationship formed. I had only known him for a year, and we were only four, but that's when I first started to love him. It's also the time I met the person that would land me in jail for murder. Talk about your past coming up and kicking your ass.
Personally, I thought that this was a little strained, but I hope you guys will still like it.
RosemarieMazur
