Chapter 2: Rose Hathaway? Just Rose.

Wanted: Blood Whore

By: PeachesofDeath

A.N./: Obviously I am not the owner of the series. I just like playing with her characters. The title is "Wanted: Blood Whore" Meaning Rose is a blood whore, there will be sex scenes. Since I can't put more graphic scenes check Wattpad. If you are a child and are under the age of 18 please don't read this.

I just realized Russia was cold in the winter. I sat on the plane leaving my home, my family, and Lissa. I would no longer be a guardian. What was I going to do? Finally, I arrived in Russia and stepped off the plane. Walking toward baggage claim when I realized I have no bags, no clothes, no future. No one was waiting for me. I quickly ran outside the airport regretting my decision to wear a light jacket. Now it was even colder when you missed your bed. I ached for the academy's heated rooms, for Christian's food, and Dimitri's love. Unfortunately reminiscing wasn't going to get me any closer to living another day. If frostbite didn't kill me, hunger would. My stomach growled impatiently, it was dinner at the academy now. I mentally berated myself; the academy was no longer my home! I looked around me; this chunk of ice was my home now. I wandered for hours trying to think up a plan. My best option was to make enough for a train ticket and hide away somewhere. Kirov's words still rang in the back of my mind. I couldn't give up on Lissa. I will find a way to come back to her. Not now but soon. Right now I need to find out where to get some food. Before I left Dimitri mentioned a sister named Viktoria. Would they take me in? But how was I supposed to find Viktoria Belikov? Again my stomach growled. I won't be a blood whore! I will do something else, anything else.

After a week, I was defeated. No money, no food, and no conversations. I lay on the bench outside a local park. I felt the cold and every gust of wind blended together in one grey blob. Days past, then a week, and I realized if I didn't do something I'd die. The thought of dying before I could protect Lissa before I could protect anyone stirred something within me. I couldn't die here. The bonded we shared trickled into nothingness like a faint hum. The reality of the situation was simple. I couldn't depend on anyone to rescue me. No white knight was going to help me. I can't save anyone if I couldn't save myself. I'd be dead in a couple of days if I didn't do something. I was too weak to jump or run. My only option made my blood run cold, but the promise of a full belly would be worth it. I will only do it once. I felt a piece of myself shatter. Not realizing that I would change from Rose Hathaway to just Rose the Blood Whore. Slowly, I dragged myself off the bench. Regretting that I didn't take care of myself before I left the Academy my hair was a mess and had a week worth of B.O. How was I supposed to make money in this state? Finding a group of Moroi men was easy. The problem was how was I going to get their attention? I walked toward a liquor store, searching for a man. I pulled my shirt down and combed through my knotted, ratty hair. I walked in front of this group of Moroi men. Immediately upon spying me their leader stepped up.

"Looking for a bite?" he smugly asked. This man was so arrogant. No way would Rose Hathaway would let him drink from her. But I am not longer Rose Hathaway I am just Rose the blood whore I thought.

"Maybe? Or maybe you're looking for something in particular?", I asked slyly.

He smiled widely. Then motioned for me to follow him. The men behind him followed along.

"We'll give you four for each one of us, deal?" he said.

I nodded. I would do what I had to do to get a shower and a bowl of food. The leader sunk his fangs into my neck, dragging me under a film of consciousness. The endorphins took over, making me forget everything I'd endured so far. It felt so good. I could hardly control the whimper. I was begging to be set free. His touch was slimy, but I didn't care. It didn't matter that I let some sleazy men bite me. All I could think about was the euphoria that was sure to come.

A/N: This story is Christian/Rose. Slow burn because she needs to figure out her life before romance takes over. She needs to find herself again.