Hey guys, its VeronicaT, and I was sick all of yesterday, so I wrote all day, and here is the finished product!

I have a bad thing to tell you guys; my parents decided they are going to start cutting off my internet so I can't get on after about 11. That means that I'll have to start posting some time before then. SHIT.

This is the second chapter! (Obviously) and I forgot to mention some stuff yesterday in my A/N so here it is:

Rated 'M' for cussing, suggestive comments, sex (in later chapters), AND VIOLENCE (most chapters from Dimitri's point of view will be violent because of his scary Rose nightmares about her dying in the most horrific ways that I could come up with!) (And by the way, I forgot to tell you, each chapter will switch from Rose and Dimitri's point of view)

I would like to thank laineylane03 for being the first person to review my story! I started writing this chapter as soon as she reviewed! So in other words; laineylane03 this chapter is dedicated to YOU!

DISCLAIMER:

"I believe Valissa would like to say something," VeronicaT say as she holds the fake glittery microphone out for the Dragomir princess.

She snatchers it away, "Don't call me Valissa! And definitely don't call me princess. I. HATE. IT. Dimitri only gets away with it because my best friend is in love wi-"

"Liss!" VeronicaT screams, whacking the princess over the head with the microphone stand, "I wanted you to do the disclaimer, not annoy the hell out of me!"

"Fine!" Lissa growls, rubbing the back of her head and putting the microphone speaking distance away from her lips, "VeronicaT owns NOTHING, other than a few characters, like Dylan and the bitchy receptionist lady (and whoever my sibling is… I don't think she has thought that far ahead yet though)"

VeronicaT stares at her for a moment, "I also own your attitude, because you are much nicer when Richelle is the one writing about you."

CAN DIMITRI FIND ROSE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE?

Chapter 2

There were no windows in the room, meaning that the sunlight which I longed to see so much wasn't there. Instead there was just those obnoxious rectangular office lights at regular intervals along the ceiling, illuminating every inch of the room. My fingers rubbed little circles on the fake wooden desk next to the computer where a Mori woman was looking up at me, perfectly plucked eyebrows arched high in confusion.

"St. Kasumi's?" she repeated, staring at me like I was senseless and not even attempting to sound pleasant.

I stared right back at her and crossed my arms over my chest as if telling her that I was not backing down. She exhaled loudly and shook her head, clicking on the keys more deliberately than necessary.

I was clutching a piece of paper in my sweaty hand with two scrawled names; St. Kasumi's and St. Aleksandr's. Stuffed down in the side of my boot there was a crumpled letter from the deceased queen, telling me that there was another Dragomir somewhere in the world. Both were significant, but the latter was vital.

I had contacted Sydney two days ago, the instant I had been released from jail, requesting details about a Mori woman who had moved out of Las Vegas around the time of the car crash that I had been killed in. After being belligerent with me every inch of the way she finally gave up, telling me that there had been two, both with a child, and both moving literally half way around the world. I had then learned that the children had been transferred to these two academies, one located in Japan, the other in Russia.

She sighed again and shook her head, making her black curls bounce, "There aren't any positions open," she told me, and I hunched over the desk and glanced at the glowing screen, checking to make sure she wasn't being untruthful.

"Okay," I responded when I saw for myself that she wasn't lying, "Then what about St. Aleksandr's?"

She rolled her eyes and her lip curled up in displeasure as she typed something else in. And people told me I had a bad temper.

Dimitri in particular liked to joke about that.

Dimitri.

Love fades. Mine has.

Those four words seemed to wedge deeper and deeper into my heart every time I thought them. I closed my eyes, he doesn't love you anymore, I stated to myself for about the third time in the past two hours, and about the seven thousandth time since he first uttered them.

The lady cleared her throat, "There are a few openings here, they lost some guardians recently." She poised her impeccably manicured hands on the desk, her red nails gleaming in the bright office lighting.

I nodded, "Sign me up, and tell them I'll be there in four days at the most."

She shot me another peculiar look and shook her head, muttering under her breath something that sounded suspiciously like, "timewasting damphirs" and typing something else on the computer like she was being forced into doing it. I wondered momentarily why she didn't quit her job if it sucked so much, but I kept my mouth shut as I repositioned my backpack and turned to walk away.

"Oh!" I added as an afterthought, "Could you possibly keep this information private?"

No less than five minutes later I was shifting awkwardly from my right foot to my left, and then back again, standing in front of Adrian's door, debating on whether or not I should bother him, or find my own way in the world.

After bouncing on the balls of my feet for a good two minutes I raised my fist to knock. The door swung open before my knuckles even made contact with the wood to revile a rather ruffled and drowsy looking Adrian.

Before I could ask him how he knew I was there he said, "Your aura was driving me crazy, little damphir. I bet you're leaving again, aren't you?"

I paused and glimpsed inside his flat, then around the hallway, looking for a sign that Lissa was there. But one quick check through the bond told me that she was with Christian, and had no intention of leaving his bed any time soon. Once I was out of jail she had decided that she had to spend a full two days with me, but I knew that Christian, even though he tagged along with us most of the time, was jealous of the attention. So this morning I had brought this to her attention, and she had been horrified, dashing off to spend time with him, giving me just the opportunity I needed to disappear.

I nodded and stepped around him so he could shut the door.

When he turned back around to look at me his eyes were gentle and he reached his hand out to cup the side of my face. "You look good," I told him quietly, stepping closer to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He permitted me to and kissed me back with a sweet intensity that made my heart do a little flip-flop. I loved Adrian, even though he would never have a place in my heart like Dimitri did, just about more than anyone else in the world. He was probably the third on my list of people I loved, coming in just behind Lissa. Dimitri of course occupied my first spot, even if he didn't love me back. Who knows, maybe I was number three on Dimitri's list, now that he had turned back from being Strigoi.

Adrian broke the kiss, pulling me against his firm, warm chest. I could hear the thump of his heartbeat through the crisp fabric of his white button down dress shirt. I buried my face against his neck, breathing in the scent of clove cigarettes and whisky.

"Rose," when my name left his lips his voice was husky and I could feel his breath on the top of my head. I shivered and stepped out of his hug, looking him straight in the eye.

He groaned and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling for a minute before saying, "The bank account from the last time is still open, I'll transfer some more money in there for you," Then he disappeared into his bedroom, emerging again carrying a full duffle bag, "This is all I have," He told me quietly.

I nodded and unzipped it, reviling a bunch of cash wads. I drew half of them out, and then zipped the bag back up, "I'll be okay with just this," I mumbled, cramming them all into my backpack before cuddling back into his arms for a second hug.

"Rose," he whispered, putting both arms around me, "I'll always wait for you, even if Belikov comes around and declares his love, I promise I'll always be here for you."

I pecked his chest though the fabric, "I'm sorry that I have to leave," my lips murmured against his shoulder.

"Where are you going?" his voice was scarcely a whisper against my ear, "I won't tell Lissa, I promise."

My eyes drifted closed, "Russia, for now. I might go to Japan, later though,"

"Russia? But what about the Strigoi? They could still be after you," he said, pulling me away from him just a little bit so that he could study my face.

"I have to," I said, leaning my forehead against his, which required me to stand up on my tip toes, "I have to find someone."

"Who?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my face.

I shook my head, "If I find them, you'll be the first to know."

He sighed and I knew that I would have to leave before Adrian was able to convince me to stay. After pulling back I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth for one more moment before I turned and headed for the door.

"Is there anything else you need?"

I was about to shake my head, but then I remembered, "I need a ride to the airport."

I heard some rustling as Adrian grabbed his coat and keys, "Come on," he said, pulling me out of his apartment and towards the court's parking lot. So much for leaving before he could convince me otherwise.

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