Chapter Two

At that memory of the email, I smiled to myself. Sydney Sage usually does that to me. She somehow makes me smile even when I feel like the world is against me. I swear Sydney thinks of herself as regal, and yet I see someone who is socially awkward, and insecure of herself. Sometimes I find her so torn that I want to glue, or stitch her back up, but than the problem was I didn't know how to sew, nor did I have money for glue.

Than again, maybe I smile because I feel like she is someone I can call a friend. She is the only one who believes that there is more to me than the party boy visage I try so hard to create. Maybe because she's so pure (for the lack of a better word) that she's able to not judge me for whom I was. Regardless, I find her presence soothing, and sometimes I just wish she's here all of the time, but then of course she hates my nature so if my wish were to come true, than she would probably find it in her best interest to stake me.

Of course, with that thought in mind I literally laughed my guts off. Sydney staking me is probably the last thing I have to worry about. Before being able to do that she has to get close to me first, and let's just say that girl has some bubble-sharing issues with vampires.

A beep on my computer reminded me that my intent was definitely not to sit here and daydream about a blonde haired, golden eyed beauty (did I just think that? I am slightly aghast), but to send her a complaint in which I feel is absolutely necessary. Placing my hand on top of the keyboard I began typing

Day 24. Situation is growing worse. My captors continue to find new and horrific ways to torture me. When not working, Agent Scarlet spends her days examining fabric swatches for bridesmaid dresses and going on about how in love she is. That usually causes Agent Boring Borscht to regale us with stories of Russian weddings that are even more boring than his usual ones. My attempts at escape have been thwarted thus far. Also, I am out of cigarettes. Any assistance or tobacco products you can send will be greatly appreciated.

I looked at the letter and smiled, but I knew she wouldn't respond, and for the love of God, I need her to respond. I'm dying of boredom, and tobacco withdrawals. Suddenly a thought hit me and I immediately googled up Sparknotes. A devious smile crept across my face as I found what I needed, and sent out the email.

Rereading my masterpiece I find myself slightly upset, maybe this is Spirit kicking in. My mood swings have been getting worse these days. Sighing I threw my head backwards and glared at the ceiling. I'm oddly disoriented, when I think back at the email, and I slightly kick myself in the stomach (metaphorically) for being an idiot.

What if Sydney reads it, and analyzes the email because for all we know, she would. I don't want her finding out how I'm still slightly holding a grudge against Dimitri (though I'm sure she knows). When he talks about Russian weddings, or weddings in general I know that he's planning one with Rose. I can imagine her walking down the isle in a white dress with her friends and families smiling, clapping, and cheering.

Once upon a time ago, I was naive enough to think that maybe I could be that man. I thought that maybe after she killed Belikov she would give me a chance, a real chance, and then one day we could get married and have dhampir children (scratch that I don't really want children). Do I still want to be that man now? I'd be lying to say that I wouldn't, but lately I discovered something disturbing, one that I really should have noticed, but was so deep in denial to do so. Rose was never going to stay with me. Even if she killed Belikov and returned, she would have eventually left me.

I was not the one for her.

I was never the one for her.

And maybe that thought kills me a little inside, but I don't tell anyone, and I hope that Sydney doesn't detect my bitterness either. I promised myself that I would get over Rose, and I am. Slowly, but surely I will forget the way I felt when I touched her, when my lips molded with hers, and when she betrayed and cheated on me. Yes, one day I will forget the pain, and the pleasure of being her boy toy.

As I was about to turn off my desktop a notification informs me that I received a new email, looking at the sender I immediately smiled. Sydney.

How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You saw the musical right?

I laughed. Her of all people should realize that I don't do musicals, and then I secretly smiled because she took the time to reply.

Sparknotes

I typed and sent. As expected there was no reply from her. Turning off the desktop I went over to my bed and laid down. Contrary to people's beliefs vampires do not sleep in coffins though sometimes I kind of do want to.

It was five in the morning when Jill called me announcing that Sydney is returning, and asking whether or not I would go pick her up. I yawned telling her that it's impossible because I have no car, and I'm pretty sure that Dimitri already went to pick her up.

When we hung up (after she happily tells me that Eddie was getting ready to go shop for Angeline's clothes) I got out of bed, got dressed, and walked to the living room. Sonya was sitting on the couch watching the television. She turned towards me and smiled, "You didn't go with Dimitri?" she asked.

"No, I don't see why I would either," I replied sitting next to her. Sometimes when I look at her, I feel scared. I fear that maybe one day I my resolve would be to turn Strigoi because Spirit is too much for me to handle. I wonder if Rose would come after me like she did for Dimitri.

Probably. Well probably if I went to attack either Dimitri or Lissa.

I wonder what my dad would do. He would probably say he was disappointed in me, and would most likely hire dhampirs to kill me. After all, he wouldn't risk ruining the Ivashkov image. Not that I didn't do a good job at it already.

Finally, I wonder who would care if I were gone. Of course Jill would, she's shadow kissed to me, but other then her who else. I know my mother would be glad I was gone she's serving prison time thanks to me. If I were never here in the first place would she have suffered that ordeal?

I want to say no.

Suddenly a thought hits me, would Sydney care of I was gone? Then I rolled my eyes. Why would it matter? But deep down, deep deep down it matters a lot. Sydney was my friend, and while she probably wouldn't admit it, I know she cares about me too.

"Is there something on my face?" Sonya asked suddenly. I blinked and turned away. "No. Sorry. I was just deep in thought," I replied.

"So Dimitri went to pick up Sage right?" I asked her. She nodded her head.

"Yeah, he left earlier this morning after dropping me off here. Dimitri says he'll return after he brings Sydney back onto the campus," she answered. I nodded my head, and was about to get up when suddenly she calls me, "Hey Adrian," she begun. I raised an eyebrow as I stare at her with a bemused expression.

"What?" I asked.

"About the project, thanks for cooperating. We really appreciate your effort," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"Considering that it's a decree from the queen, I don't think it's wise for me to refuse," I answered. Walking to the door I left the apartment complex to go to the smoking area. I really don't understand why people smoke. I don't even understand why I smoke. At first it was to rebel against my dad. To tell him that he can't control me, but then after he stops caring I didn't stop.

I choose to blame it on the nicotine.

After smoking I returned to my room and continued to work on a project, and by continue I simply mean sitting in front of the easel with a pencil in my hand. I have started this project for a while, but for some reason I never got to penning it down. Sighing I got a clothe and covered it, knowing that once again I won't be able to start on this particular project.

That's the end of chapter two. I hope you guys enjoy it, and if you do (or have some suggestions) please leave me a review.