Whoo, second chapter today.
I'm really hoping to go at a steady pase, at least one chapter every other day?
Still no reviews yet. I'd looooove to get some :D
Oh, and just so you guys are aware, this probably won't have too much of Adrian in the majority of the story and there will be a lot more Dimitri.
I love Dimitri way more than Adrian :D
Disclaimer: I am not Richelle Mead. I do not own any of her characters.
His eyes widened in shock at my absurd idea but then a spark of determination flared. He quickly nodded just as we heard the thumping of hurried footsteps running down the stairs. We looked at each other with panic and I leaped up to quickly give him a hug. Of course, with Adrian a hug turned into a quick kiss which in turn turned into a deep, tickle your toes kiss. I leaned into him, regretting all the times I had kept him away. I had forgotten how nice his lips felt against mine, the way his feel of his hands in my hair set me on fire. The sudden entrance of 11 fully armed Guardians broke us apart.
I looked over, giving a full Rose Hathaway smile. It got me off the hook for many things, especially when I only caused minor trouble. The Guardians eased from their offensive stances but the Head, Guardian whats-his-face, still had to throw his comment in. "We were aware that you wanted no visitors." He didn't seem impressed with the fact that one of my friends, unwanted, had slipped through the throng of Guardians.
I shrugged. "Changed my mind."
Whats-his-face stepped forward, taking a firm grip around Adrian's arm. "Lord Ivashkov, you are aware that you are not permitted down in the dungeons without at least two Guardians with you. And then, of course, you need permission?" He had his Guardian mask on but you could detect the annoyance in his voice.
"Yes, sir. Just wanted to say hi to my harmless and innocent girlfriend. I'll leave now though, if it makes you feel better." Adrian fixed WHF with a stare and smile. "Just allow me to leave without any fuss and let me come down whenever. And I don't need any Guardians with me. I'm perfectly safe with her." The Guardian nodded and turned, compulsion working, still holding Adrian, and started up the stairs, the others flanking him. "Sleep, my Little Dhampir. Sleep," Adrian yelled back at me, just as he was turning the corner.
I sat back down, leaning against the wall and letting out a loud sigh. After, what, three, four days of non-stop worry and my insufferable thoughts I was already getting out. Or at least had a plan to. I felt a little disappointed in out prison system. Mind you, no one could actually hold Rose Hathaway against her will. Or anyone else she wanted. The thought of Victor made my desire to get out that much more.
But now I had to wait. Oh, my favourite. I let my eyes close and felt the fatigue I'd been resisting take over, dragging me into a sleep filled with cold pictures of Dimitri's face mixed in with the old ones that made me fall in love with him all over again. I wanted to reach out and touch them, have his warm fingers caress mine. Oh the people I would kill for that touch… Suddenly, I was beside a cute little cottage in the forest, dressed in a light sundress that could become easily see-through if I was to be thrown into the small lake not 10 meters away. I resisted the urge to pull out and instead I looked around for Adrian. No dream I put myself in would have such a low cut V-neck. I may dress with confidence but not like Alice in Wonderland gone slut.
"Ah, good. You actually slept. Don't tell me you're going to be leaving early again? We have plenty to talk about." I spun around at the sound of his voice to see him sitting on a little swing on the cottages front porch. I walked over, another swing suddenly appearing beside him, and sat down, lightly pumping my legs.
"Nah, I think I'll stay. I much prefer this setting over the last. Really, Adrian, a strip club? You shouldn't have been surprised when I took one look at the pole, my outfit and woke up." I shook my head playfully and allowed him to intertwine my fingers with his. Hands that had just been yearning for Dimitri's.
He chuckled. "That was suppose to be a fun getaway night. It's too bad really. I was more than happy to take your place on the stage if you had wanted." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways," his voice was serious, "back to the business of getting you out of jail. If I get Lissa to help, we can probably compel your ass out of there. Then, we need to have someone waiting in a car to drive you away before anyone notices that all the Guardians are playing pat-a-cake and letting a very dangerous murderer escape. And then… well, Abe suggested going to Russia. Said you had some people there that knew you?"
I so didn't want to go to Russia. Not after what happened last time I was there. And besides, I had plans to make of my own. Plans that involved staying far away from Russia if I could help it. I shook my head. "No, Adrian. I have a sort of… mission that I have to do once I get out. A mission from Tatiana." I told him about the note from Ambrose, since I was no longer in my clothers, and how once we found Lissa's brother or sister or whatever she'd be able to take her spot on the royal council. The Queen's comment about how there had to be at least two members of the family to vote stuck with me since they had annoyed the crap out of me.
He nodded, surprised and excited with this news. "At least we won't be sitting around waiting for you to get caught again," he said with a smile. "It's going to be an adventure Rose. You and me and… who else do you want going with you on your runaway trip?"
I hadn't thought about that but now that he brought it up to attention… "You can't come. Neither can Lissa. I can't put you guys in that danger. And… I can't ruin Eddie more than I already have." My voice faded as I realized how little I could actually use of the people I depended on most. I could, of course, go solo. That was the smartest, the safest plan. "I have to go alone," I whispered. Before he could voice any objections though, I placed a hand on his cheek. "I have to. I can't force a fugitive life on any of you. I love you all too much for that. You know I'd never be able to live with myself if I let one of you, never mind all of you, come along. I'll be fine." I smiled reassuringly, trying to convince myself along the way.
He shook his head. "No, Rose, I want to come with you. There's no "forcing" about it. I want to be with you. Every step of the way. I want to help you."
"Adrian," my voice turning into a growl, "no." Didn't he understand the fact that if he left, his life forever after would be that as a fugitive? Not only would following me require that but he would become one. An accomplice to the Queen's murderer.
"Why not, Rose? And don't give me any of that "protecting" shit, okay? I can hold my ground."
"I. Am. Not. Taking. You. With. Me. Okay, Adrian? You're going to stay here and be a good Ivashkov, mourning the death of your aunt."
"I won't let you go alone. I won't." And with those words, the dream started to fade. I opened my eyes to the stone ceiling of my cell, sighing. What was I going to do about him?
Action shall start soon.
I promise. Just had to get the foundation going.