A/N: Hey All!

*Innocent face*

I know you are all very excited for this update and I'm glad.

So good news is I have planned this WHOLE fiction so I will not be winging it or having certain parts in my head AND I have a copy of the plan on my Laptop (seeing as I have a charger) and another on my USB.

Bad news a LOT of you will hate me by the end of this for what I am planning (already you're thinking up scenarios) This chapter is also short, but that is because in later chapters there is A LOT going on and they will be much longer, the beginning couple are always short in my fics as they set the story and plot up, also if they were 10, 000 drabbling words no one would be interested.

No, I do not own this series, or the characters (besides a later one that will be of my own creation)

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I COLLAPSED THE SECOND I WALKED INTO MY ONE BEDROOM STUDIO APARTMENT.

That Strigoi didn't put up a weak fight. He was actually one of the stronger ones, but from his sloppiness I could tell he was not a Dhampir before he was awakened, which had me wondering how a fight with Dimitri was going to go. Not only was he 'undead' he was a badass guardian too, beat up his own father when he was just thirteen years old. That was pretty impressive. He had also taught me all my moves, so we would be at a stalemate.

I was so not looking forward to that fight, but it was the reason I was in Russia, now I knew he was here and I had my work cut out for me.

Facing Dimitri, I was pretty sure I could handle that, but killing Dimitri? That would break me, but it had to be done. I remembered him telling me that he would rather die than stay a Strigoi, would rather be killed than stay that way. It was an unspoken promise between us, and I was carrying it out, even if I died too.

As I crawled into my double bed and curled up under the covers, I passed out almost immediately, but instead of dreaming, I remembered, memories of a time when life seemed so trivial.

(A/N: These next parts in italics will ALL be parts from books 1-3, you can skip if you wish or read and recap)

"More to it than just using the stake," said Dimitri in his old-and-wise way. "You've still got to subdue them. And you've got to bring yourself to kill them."

"You might still hesitate," said Dimitri. "And that hesitation could kill you. And her."

"Then how do you make sure you don't hesitate?"

"You have to keep telling yourself that they aren't the same people you knew..."

Swallowing, I asked again, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes."

"Do not do that again," he said stiffly.

"Don't kiss me back then," I retorted.

"I love you, Roza." He kissed me again. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"And I won't let anything happen to you," I promised. "I love you." He kissed me again, swallowing off any other words I might have added.

He grabbed Dimitri and pulled him to the ground. They grappled, strength against strength, and then I saw those fangs sink into Dimitri's neck. The red eyes flicked up and made contact with my own.

I heard another scream—this time it was my own.

...

Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile.

"Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself.

I set off; off to kill the man I loved.

I awoke my breath heavy from the onslaught of memories, all with Dimitri in them.

I tried so hard not to think of him, but when I slept I was at my weakest point, and my brain would let all of the memories of mine and his time together claw up inside of me. I missed him, so much. I wished it had been me that the blonde Strigoi killed, not him, he was so good, so pure, so brave and strong, in that one moment of weakness, that moment of making sure I was okay cost him his life.

"Ugh!" I threw the covers off and looked out of my single window. Well there was a plus, it was nearly sundown, and I needed to cool off before my next hunt, and I knew the perfect way how.

Shopping!

Shopping always made me feel better, how very materialistic of me, but looking at all the clothes I wanted was always a comfort, god I was selfish!

"No, no shopping." I muttered to myself, I wouldn't stoop that low and end up using all of Adrian's money.

Instead I decided upon going for a jog, the sweat that would induce would calm my nerves down before my next hunt, with the memories fresh in my mind, I could only hope that I did not encounter Dimitri tonight seeing as it would be near impossible to kill him.

I dressed in a plain tank top, cotton short shorts and sneakers. I grabbed a zip up jacket and my keys, locking my apartment as I left the building.

I ran along the near deserted streets of Novosibirsk, going past the occasional beggar and taking note of their spot.

They would be easy pickings for a hungry Strigoi. A hungry, stalker Strigoi...

I shook my head, no need to think of Dimitri as my own personal dead stalker.

I continued my run at a slower pace, looking for any dark alley ways that Strigoi could inhabit. Though, I had absolutely no clue where Strigoi settled down, perhaps they liked dark corners or maybe they lived in apartments, with tinted windows or glass that doesn't let the sun in but lets you stand in front of it without dying, or getting sunburnt.

I candidly hadn't given it much thought.

I was lost in my thoughts when I realised the sun had gone down and I had been jogging, needlessly, for awhile.

"Shit," I muttered, turning and heading back in the direction I thought my apartment was in. I was vulnerable now, the moon was out and Strigoi would be hunting, and me, a weapon less, under trained guardian was at the top of their menu.

I picked up the pace as I felt the nausea that always came when Strigoi were about. Thank whatever god there was for that warning, though I wished it wasn't something that made me feel so crappy.

I was unprepared for what came.

Not one Strigoi, but three circled around me; I was there prey and they the predators.

Shit, what am I going to do?

I couldn't go home, they would follow me, I had no weapons and there was nothing around me that would be suitable. I was seriously screwed.

"You are as pretty as your reputation precedes you." The middle Strigoi said, licking his lips. "I wonder how you will taste."

"Too bad you'll never know." I put on a brave front but I knew the odds were stacked against me, I took a step back and in the blink of an eye my arms were pinned behind me and two Strigoi now stood before me, the other one holding me firmly causing me to become immobile.

"Well, well, you are not as strong as I thought; I expected more of a fight from you." He shrugged. "Oh well," and then he was in front of me, grabbing a handful of my hair and then I felt a sharp pain in my neck followed by a blissful cloud.

I knew that feeling, he had bitten me and he was draining me.

I was about to die and I hadn't even been able to save Dimitri.

I failed.

I felt something wet pressed against my lips and swallowed without thinking, it tasted too good, I latched on for more and kept sucking the liquid and never wanting to let go. O felt myself drop and grip something cold; I felt a hand on my hair, stroking, whispering, telling me how good I was and to keep drinking. I listened.

A delicious feeling spread throughout me and I gripped tighter as I felt a tug at my neck. I finally unlatched myself, not before I saw a figure, a familiar figure.

"Dim-tri..?" I croaked.

Those were my last words, I felt my eyes droop, my pulse drop and my body change.

And then all I saw was a black abyss and then I saw nothing at all.

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