Disclaimer: I do not own VA.

RPOV:

When I opened my eyes, the world around me seemed to have shifted. I could see everything.
I sat up slowly, my eyes taking everything in. I was hungry. No, not hungry. It was a hunger, but not for food.

"Roza, you're awake."

That voice. The voice that I, as a lowly, weak dhampir, had thought was so cold, seemed to caress my skin. It called to me.

I turned to see Dimitri, my maker and my lover.

I saw him in a whole new light. Every hair was visible. His skin was poreless and perfect. His eyes were a powerful mix of red and brown. I could see exactly where the red ended and the brown began.

"Are you hungry?" His voice seemed so loud. Instinctively, I flinched away.

He frowned. "I apologize. I forgot how uncomfortable it is at first," he murmured.

"I am starving." I said each word individually trying them out, tasting them on my tongue.

Dimitri smiled at me, his fangs showing. What before had disgusted me now bothered my not at all. With the tip of my tongue, I felt my own fangs, a detached interest as hunger was in the foreground of my mind.

"Well, I can't have my Queen hungry, now can I? Let's go."

I arched my brows; apparently being Strigoi didn't give me the ability to raise an only one. "Your Queen?" His possession of me irritated slightly.

"Yes. All of this is ours, my darling." His smile lit up his red eyes, making them gleam maniacally.

The thought somewhat interested me, but my mind was still on my hunger. "I'm hungry," I snapped.

Dimitri chuckled. "Then let's feast."

Dimitri took me to a popular club in Novosibirsk - a popular club for Moroi, that is.

His eyes glinted in the dark, the strobe-lights flashing grotesque shapes on his pale face.

"Dance with me?" he asked in a predator purr.

I nodded. Even though I was still thirsty, a new kind of hunger entered my body, one that I knew only Dimitri could feed.

He pulled me close to him, and our bodies fell into a perfect rhythm, in beat with the music. The bass pounded filling my body, making my heart sing. I had never in my life been so alive.

The scent of bodies filled the club, a heady perfume. Sweat and blood, mixed in with cologne and perfume, created the perfect atmosphere. Bodies grinded on bodies, stirring the smell all around me.

Dimitri's body was hard against mine - every inch of it. I could physically feel how much he wanted me, and a primal hunger awoke within me.

I spun around and wrapped my body around him in one fluid movement.

"Unless you want me to take you, right here, right now, you will feed me and we will go back to the house," I hissed into his ear.

A growl rumbled in Dimitri's chest. "Oh, no, darling, it will be I who will be taking you," he hissed back, biting lightly on my neck, reminding me that he was older, stronger, faster, more knowledgeable, was my creator.

My dominating nature reared up. "Oh, but you're mine," I growled back, possessive of him.

Dimitri bared his teeth at me in a smile. "You are mine." He grabbed the back of head and smashed his lips with mine.

I fought against him fiercely, wanting to be in control, not liking being dominated. However, I was still hungry and not at peak fighting condition.

Dimitri pulled away abruptly. "It's no fun when you're not at your full potential," he grumbled, glaring at me.

As a dhampir, I would have cowered away from his glare. As newly Awakened, I met it dead on.

"Then feed me," I snapped.

Dimitri grinned down at me. "Then let's get some food."

He lead me over to wear a couple of Moroi guys were dancing. They caught sight of me immediately. It was dark enough that you couldn't see my eyes, not that they would notice anyway, as they focused on my body, looking at me lustily. Dimitri growled, his hand tighten on my hip reflexively, before letting go.

"I'll teach them a lesson on what happens when you look at what's mine," he rumbled.

I caught his hand, spinning him into me so that my mouth ended up by his ear. "How about both of us teach them a lesson on what happens when they look at me like a piece of meat?" I gripped his earlobe between my teeth and pulled sharply. Dimitri hissed. "I say we give them the same treatment they gave me."

I pulled away and sauntered over to boys.

"Hey Gorgeous," I purred, walking up between two. The one on the right licked his lips. I forced my lip to keep from curling in disgust.

"Hey, sexy," the one the left murmured into my ear.

The one on my right began dancing against me, and the other decided to join, trapping me between their bodies.

Through our dance, I directed the three of us until we were near the wall - and the back exit.

Dimitri appeared out of nowhere, startling the two men.

"Good job, Roza," he praised.

His praise work similarly as it had back at the Academy. I smiled proudly.

"Dinner time?" I asked hopefully.

Dimitri smile at the men maliciously. "I was actually hoping that your guardians would come and help you. I could use a bit of a fight. But, well, they must not be that good, since they're nowhere to be found."

The Moroi men cowered in fear.

Dimitri grabbed one by the back of the neck and lifted him off his feet, glaring. "Don't you ever look at what's mine," he snarled.

I whirled around and looked at the other man hungrily, like he was my dinner. Which he was.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice echoing my thirst. "Do you like being looked at like a piece of meat? No? Then why would you think I would!" The last sentence came out as a growl.

The men chose this moment to scream in fear. The one I had tried to run, inciting my predatory side to come out and play. I leaped after him, stopping in front of him with an excited smile. I liked this game of cat and mouse.

"That wasn't nice," I gave a playful pout. "I thought you wanted me? I certainly still want you!" I leaped at him, this time grabbing him by the neck and dragging him into the darkness again.

Dimitri was awaiting for me, mostly patient and somewhat amused.

"Are you done with your little game?" he asked.

I nodded. The Moroi I held was clawing at my hand, trying to unwrap it from his throat.

"Roza, you're going to have to release his throat i you want to drink from him. It's best when they're alive and conscious," Dimitri instructed, his velvety voice filling the space and blocking out the music.

I looked down at the man thoughtfully. "He annoys me, though," I mused, then shrugged. I released his throat, and let my instincts guide my mouth to his throat. The Moroi fought against my hold, exciting me further. I bit into his neck, a cry of pain reverberating in my chest, bring intense pleasure as his blood flooded into my mouth. There was nothing like the taste of a fresh Moroi, I thought dreamily. Nothing could taste so amazing, so delicious. I could feel his life flowing into me, strengthening me, filling me. I was vaguely aware that sounds of contentment were escaping my lips, but I didn't care for anything but the blood filling me. Much too soon, the Moroi was drained dry. I, however, felt more full than ever. I licked my lips, letting the body drop. Turning my eyes lazily to Dimitri, I saw him gazing at me with awe.

"You're glorious, you know that?" he murmured, wrapping his hand in my hair. "I can't wait to rule the world with you."

He moved his head to mine and kissed me, a kiss filled with passion and want and lust. The warm blood warmed me, and Dimitri's kiss heated me. There was nothing better than this life.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Still want more? I think that was a pretty good ending, hey, what do I know? (; Thanks for your reviews! They made me smile(:

-Tatiana