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Chapter 2

"We need to!" I yelled, "We haven't fed in a whole day and I am starving!" I turned Daryl a month ago and it was the best decision I've had so far in my strigoi life. He made my reckless decisions smarter. But the choice he is making now is being stupid. "If I wouldn't know better, I swear you are still trying to protect the moroi!" I growled. "Our guardian days are over!"

"Rose," Daryl said in defense but looking tired and ignoring my last few words, "it's the right thing to do. Going in that place is suicide! I'm hungry too, but it's not worth dying over." Daryl had dark brown hair and is six foot four inches tall and is American. He is also twenty-six years old.

I had found a place where moroi were visiting that is about five miles from our layer. I told Daryl that we need to make our attack soon, because they will be leaving soon. Daryl was right as usual, but my hunger was getting the best of me. Daryl and I never stay in the same spot for more than a week, because we didn't want to get caught. Every now and then we would run into some guardians and we would take care of them. I would be the bait since females are portrayed as less aggressive. Little did they know that I was a guardian before I was turned.

"Then when would you say would be a good time to go?"

He gave me a dangerous look. "Ambush them when they are on their way home."

"Car accident?" I guessed.

"I was more like thinking about waiting until they stop for food and gas."

"But what if they leave in daylight?"

He gave me a dissatisfied look. "They are moroi, they don't travel in daylight. The sun bothers them too."

I felt uneasy about that. Moroi are not stupid, and the guardians that are watching them, aren't either. I use to make sure that my charge and I do our traveling during the day, not night for obvious reasons.

"I don't like it Daryl." I said.

"You don't have to. You either do it my way or you are dead."

That pissed me right off and I was in his face without a moment's notice. "Don't forget who turned you!" I hissed. "You work for me." I said in such a scary voice that he backed away. He knew I could take him, but why does he think he is the leader here? I am going to change that by knocking down his pride.

"We attack before they leave. I'm impatient and I am very, very hungry. I know you are too." I turned around and headed to my room. We were staying at a house, where humans use to live. It worked out nice for us… they were a good snack when we didn't find any moroi.

I flopped down on the bead, I wanted to open the curtains and let in the moonlight, but it was daylight and I don't want to be barbequed alive. I started thinking about my life as a dhampire, but most of it was fuzzy, like it was a dream from long ago that I was trying to recall the memory of. I remember my best friend who is Queen of the moroi, and my lover, Dimitri, who use to be a strigoi.

I sat up. Dimitri use to be strigoi. Are they going to turn me back to dhampire? I was too preoccupied with my new life that to even think about idea. I haven't left a trail for them to find me. I wonder if they thought that I left the US. I didn't even leave the state, but I did move to the other side of the state. I think they expected me to leave like Dimitri did. No way did I want to go back to Russia. That was more for Dimitri, the U.S is for me. The question is still there: are my friends coming for me?

My mind whirled. I have no doubt that my friends miss me, but are they coming after me? Do they want me dead or do they want me back being a dhampire? I thought about it for a little while. I have killed many people- more of an accomplishment than a disappointment in my mind, but it won't be in theirs. I just took care of the weak for them. They should thank me!

A smile creped onto my face. I wonder what they would do if I called them and said hello.

I went over the side of the bed and took my cell phone and called Lissa. After all, she is the queen of the moroi.

It rang and rang, right before her voicemail picked up she picked up.

"Hello?" I got a new number, so she wouldn't know who it was that was calling. But the voice wasn't Lissa.

"Hello Christian." I said.

"Rose?"

I laughed. "The one and only. Miss me?"

There was silence. After about forty seconds he responded back. "Why are you calling?" He finally asked.

I thought about it. What was the other reason I called. Was I bored? "I wanted to say that I don't want you to change me back. Being a strigoi is the best thing in my life. The strength, the speed… it's amazing. Dimitri was right. I don't know why I fought it! So if you come after me, you better kill me or I will kill you. Being dhampire is weak.

"Rose, where are you?" Another voice sounded.

"Dimitri?" I asked.

"Tell us where you are." He demanded.

I tisked. "Now, when has demanding ever gotten you anywhere with me?"

"We'll be in touch." I said, getting ready to hang up.

"Wait," Lissa said. "As Queen, I have an obligation to know where you are."

"Oh, not far." I said a threatening tone. "But don't worry, I'm not after you. I just don't want you coming after me. I have a lot on my plate and don't need you to screw it up."Then I hung up.

Lissa's POV

I've been hoping the day would come when Rose would call us, but according to Dimitri, strigoi flee their familiar area. The reason for that is unknown, but against all odds, Rose is still near.

"Did the tracker find where she is at?" I asked, being snappy about it. Rose is out there, and we need to take care of the problem.

One of my many guardians was on a computer when Christian was silent, we attatched a cord on the phone to track where the call was coming from.

"The call wasn't long enough to find an exact location, but she is on the other side of Montana, she is in the luxurious area of Billings."

"Luxurious?" Dimitri asked.

"Yeah, where people making six digits a year live."

"It's perfect," commented Dimitri. He stood up when Christian said Rose's name and he has been on edge ever since. The call was on speaker and he heard every word. "But why didn't she leave?" Dimitri asked that more to himself than to anyone.

"Perhaps it's because she still feels an obligation to protect the Queen?"

Dimitri shook his head. "When I was turned, I felt that it was selfish of the moroi to let me serve and protect them. I felt they owed me their life rather than I owning them mine." Dimitri scratched his head. "But why is she still around? I don't think it's because she wants to kill the Queen. When you turn strigoi, you either stay away from the people you love, or you want them to be with you. It's not like you have hatred for them off the bat. When I was strigoi, I wanted Rose as a prized possession because when I was dhampire I was in love with her. But as a strigoi, I wanted her because she was beautiful. My guess isn't that she wants to hurt the Queen or any of us, it's to gain control or something along those lines." Dimitri paced back and forth. "What are you up to Roza?" He asked himself so quietly, I barely heard him.

It was quiet for a few minutes while everyone was lost in thought.

"She was scary," commented Christian with a shiver. "I mean, Rose can be scary when she was a dhampire, but she put forth effort into being scary." Christian shook his head. "I can tell that Rose wasn't even trying. Her voice was so.. soo.."Christian was at a loss for words. I put my hand in his to ease his discomfort. He squeezed it, thanking me.

"Menaced?" Dimitri finished.

Christian and I nodded in agreement.

"What gets me, your majesty, is why did she call?"Asked the guardian that was tracking Rose's location when she called my phone.

"It was a warning." Dimitri said. "She put it bluntly. She doesn't want us to come after her. She knew we were looking for her."

"I guess looking for her where we went when we escaped the academy was a bad idea." I said in defeat. "You even told me it was," I said to Dimitri. He gave me a grimace. He didn't like that he was right.

"I was just going off what I did when I was turned." Dimitri admitted. When we first started looking for Rose, Dimitri had recommended that we search places she wanted to go, verses places she is familiar with. Dimitri said that the places he wanted to go were more appealing. "I know all strigoi are different when it comes to leaving their previous life behind."

I wanted to scream! My best friend got turned strigoi four months ago and we have been doing nothing but chasing our tails! We have accomplished nothing. Tonight, we just got lucky.

"When did Rose leave the academy after the attack?" Dimitri asked unexpectedly.

I frowned. "She left on her birthday. It wasn't long after the attack. She couldn't live another day knowing you were strigoi and she wasn't doing anything about it. I could tell she decided to leave by how closed off she was. She wouldn't really talk to anyone and had kept to herself. I had asked-"

"We need to sweep the luxurious Billings, Montana area," Eddie Castile said. I almost forgot he was here. Looking at his clothing, he was on duty being one of my guardians today.

"No. That is too risky. Rose was -is- the best. She'd cream your ass all over the field the second she sees you," retorted Christian.

"Not if we bring a couple fire users and several guardians," Eddie argued back. "Rose is a badass," Eddie agreed, "but she isn't suicidal. When she realizes she is cant prevail, she will wave her white flag."

I looked at Dimitri, wondering what he might think. All eyes seemed to be on him. He was the one that knows Rose best. He was the one who trained her. "It might work, but we have to catch her off guard. If we don't, people will get hurt. You have to always keep in mind that she is three times stronger and faster than what she used to be. She is also more reckless because of the strigoi nature. If I give the order to retreat, you listen to me and retreat," Dimitri said. "We have no idea how reckless she has become."

I gulped, because of the way that he was saying it. It was more of a threat than anything. And I knew why he was saying it the way he was. He was scared of Rose now. She is the enemy and she also has the upper hand.

Rose was strong enough to defeat Dimitri, but is Dimitri strong enough to defeat Rose?

Rose POV

I didn't tell Daryl about my little phone call. I just told him that we needed to move tomorrow at the very latest. I had gone hunting after I called Lissa. I was hungry and I needed to clear my head. I was gone for almost nine hours.

"We just got here!" Daryl yelled, clearly running out of patience with me. Daryl, being a strigoi, had a lot more patience for me than anyone ever has. Maybe that's because I was the one who sired him…

"We just have to be on the move. We never know when someone could be on our tail. I say we go to west Virginia. Lots of shade and its plenty populated and lots of folk stories that-"

"Rose." Daryl said in a threatening tone. He was on his feet now, towering over me. "I like it here. I am finally living in a luxurious house! With maids everywhere! Dinner is only an arm's length away. We are not moving until we have to."

"I'm leaving then." I said gravely.

I turned to leave, but he caught a hold of me and slammed me against the wall, my head making a nice hole. We were in the living room. There was a chandelier above us, several couches, a huge flat screen TV, glass tables on either side of each couch.

We were living in luxury. His hand was around my throat and his other hand had my arms pinned above my head. "You are not leaving. We have a nice thing going here and you will not screw it up."

I hissed at him and was ready to attack, but his lips caught a hold of mine and he started kissing me. I was so surprised that I didn't make any moves; I just stood still with my eyes closed.

To tell the truth, I enjoyed it.

When he got the sense that I wasn't going to fight, he moved his hands-

To my butt and lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his torso and squeezed him. He walked over to the couch and as he did, my lips moved from his mouth to his neck and I started making a trail of kisses leading from the base of his neck to his lips.

Roughly, he threw me on the couch and ripped my shirt off. I returned the favor just as roughly and went for his pants and ended up tearing his boxers at the same time.

He was huge and all types of masculine. He had the body of a well trained and devoted guardian. I ran my hands over his divine muscles and felt excited feeling the strength of them when he flexed or moved.

"Just so you know," Daryl said after we just got done having sex on the couch, "you are mine."

I sat up and he watched my chest move as I did, "according to whom?"

He stood up and slapped me. "Don't bad mouth me again." He threatened, "Or I will do worse."

I was too stunned to do anything but watch him retreat. After a moment, I looked around the room and saw that everything was nearly destroyed from what we done. There were holes in the wall, the chandelier that was hanging was now on the ground with thousands of pieces of glass everywhere.

After a moment, I got up and walked to my room and put on new clothes, since the ones I had on are now lying next to the couch all shredded. I put on a tight dark blue tank top that showed off my cleavage and put on black leather pants. Over the dark blue tank top, I put on black leather jacket that matched the pants. Whoever had this room before me had a good sense of style. I put on makeup and went towards the door. Before I left my room, there was a chair with wooden legs.

I eyed it and after a moments consideration I broke off a leg and stuck the stake up my sleeve.

It's insurance, I told myself, in case Daryl thinks he owns me.

With that resolve, I left my room and headed towards the door.

"Where do you think you are going?" Daryl demanded. He had put on blue jeans that had a hole in the right knee, but didn't put on a shirt. I eyed his perfectly muscled chest and thought how wonderful it was just a minute ago.

"Out." I said, giving him my famous death glare. "I'm starving thanks to our activities a few minutes ago."

He looked me over and as he did that I raised my eyebrow. "Do I satisfy you with the way I look?" I asked him in such a dangerous tone it would make grown men crawl away.

He glared at me, but didn't say anything.

"Good. I'm going out. I will be back soon." I said it with such venom that he didn't say anything back.

I turned around and just like that he was there, putting his hand around my throat.

Suddenly, the doors busted open and that distracted him for a mere second. I raised my arm up and swung it down with such force that he lost his hold on me. We bent down, kicked his legs out from under him. He was on his back and I was on top of him, hissing. I punched him a few times, grabbed a hold of his arms and put him above his head. A growl erupted from my chest. A growl of absolute rage and hate. I wanted him to die.

With speed that I wasn't ready for, he turned over and threw me off him.

He threw me a good eight feet in the air and across the room until I hit the wall and landed on the ground. I got up, like I felt nothing and went after him. He was thirty yards away from where I landed. How did he get so strong?

"I sired you, you son of a bitch!" I hissed at him when we were in a stance of offense.

As we circled each other, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was a sight to behold. I was as beautiful as ever, even with my red eyes. My dark brown hair was almost down to my butt and was thick and wavy. Princess hair I called it.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He hissed and lunged at me again.

I attacked him and pinned him on the ground. This was why I had the stake up my sleeve. As soon as I had him pinned down on the ground, I took it out and raised it above him.

He saw the stake coming. He looked at me with such hatred and venom. "I will get you for this." And then as swiftly as I always did when I staked strigoi when I was a dhampire, I staked Daryl.

"I'm not your bitch." Spat at him. His face was stunned, his eyes wide with shock. I knew I had mere moments to get out. What I didn't realize, was the small army that was the distraction for Daryl.

The first people I noticed were Dimitri and Eddie.

They are my biggest threats.

I hissed, barring my fangs.

"I told you to stay away."

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