OK, so I'm so SORRY for not UD for ages! I was on sort off a tour. We went to Bratislava, Prague, Dresden and Karlovy Vary. It was the most amazing experience I had. Never saw more beautiful cities in my life. If you ever want to see incredible European architecture, go to any of those places.
I couldn't believe I misspelled Artemis (more than once!). Sorry, I'm such an idiot!
So again I'm sorry for not updating. I'll try and UD as much as possible, but school is in three days, so I don't know how my schedule is going to be.
Thank you for the reviews, they weren't many, but I really loved them.
So here's a new chappie for you guys...
Enjoy!
Deadly kiss
Chapter two: Finding out secrets
The pain Rose felt in the pit of her stomach was still there all through, it didn't burn, it sort off had an odd feeling to it. Rose didn't remember what happened before she threw a hissy fit with the blond moron. Struggling to keep her eyes closed she opened them to reveal a man so sinfully and utterly gorgeous it should be illegal. His insanely huge and muscular frame literally towered over her. She recognized him, but couldn't remember where, since she would have to be an idiot not to remember a man so beautiful it literally made her nervous. Even if she absolutely didn't like Goth styles and clothes, he looked good in it. His leather jacket and a tight muscle T-shirt held a powerful and muscular chest, back, stomach and arms. Even with the shirt and jacket she could see the well defined muscles. His short purple-black hair –no doubt dye– was styled in a really spiky kind off way and black Goth Dr. Martens and he did the finishing touches with a microscopic silver stud in his nose. His face was pure perfection, even if he did try to mask his masculine and perfect features with his Goth style. His straight nose, wide mouth, high cheekbones and a pair of incredible swirling silver eyes...
Whoa, swirling silver eyes! Just than she yanked out of her daze and remembering what happened the night before. She fought with ten of the men and got stabbed in the stomach, protecting Lissa. Was she dead? Was she in heaven –or more likely... hell? No. She did not die. She was positive. She was stabbed and she was sure she would have dyed if Lissa hadn't... A frown appeared on Rose face. She used magic again. Typical for Lissa not to do what she's been told. Wait, Lissa! Where's Lissa?
She jumped out of bed in a sitting position, causing Mr. Goth to look at her weirdly.
"Are you OK?" Ash asked the woman, trying hard not to gawk at her. She was too beautiful for her own good. That type of beauty was hard to find. And she also looked... alert?
"Where's Lissa?" Rose asked, trying her politest voice.
Ash didn't know which shocked him more, her voice which was the total opposite of the one he head in the alley or the fact that her first questions out of many was about her friend. She looked frantic not knowing where she was and than two and two came together. Oh, Gods. I'm an idiot. The way the brunette acted protectively and almost possessive towards the blond and than the way the blond acted when the brunette was stabbed. They were lovers. Ash wanted to kill himself. Of course, how hadn't he seen it earlier?
"She's safe in the next room. She's still sleeping." He said. Rose loved his voice. It was so deep, yet so deadly, full of authority –the voice that would belong to a ancient general in one of the most lethal armies. A leader. His voice was like silk and blood together.
"Thank you... for helping us." She sheepishly smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat when her smile lit up her face, her white teeth showing in a goofy grin. He couldn't help but give her one of his own tight-lipped smiles.
"What's your name?" Curiosity laced Ash's voice.
"Rosemarie Hathaway. But I prefer Rose." Ash smiled. Rose. How fitting. She was as lovely as a rose, but she surely had her thorns. She handed her hand to him. "And the blond's Vasilissa Dragomir. But please, call her Lissa, she despises her full name."
He took her hand, just as he touched her he felt a jolt of electricity. Like he touched a blow dryer with wet hands or something else, but instead of it feeling painful, it felt good. Too good, like a jolt of unbearable attraction. Looking into her warm brown eyes which were so deep Ash felt he could dive into them, he knew she felt the same way. Never did he feel that type of attraction towards a woman before, and it really scared the shit out of him.
The instant Rose felt the jolt of electricity going through her as she touched his hand, she froze. No, that's just impossible. She mentally shook herself. She never expected to feel this attracted to a man before. The first and last time she felt that type of thing was with Dimitri. No, she just couldn't believe that she found a man who affected her as much as Dimitri, but there he was, and he was a bad-ass Goth stud instead of a Russian cowboy.
"I'm Acheron Parthenopaeus, but call me Ash." Rose's eyes widened in surprise. The look on her face made him laugh. Ash froze at that. He hadn't known her for more that two minutes and there she is making him laugh. Something he didn't do for centuries. He was both shocked and delighted.
Rose's heart melted at his deep laugh. It was like music, alluring. She gave him her original man-eater smile, feeling her old Rose Hathaway flirtatious self coming back for the first tome in three years. Ash literally couldn't breathe from the light beautiful flirtatious smile she gave him. "Whoa, and here I am thinking Lissa's full name is a mouth full. Damn, I can't even pronounce your last name."
He gave a low chuckle that made Rose shiver in a vary positive way. "You'll get use to it once you hear it more than ten times."
"I sure hope so." She muttered.
Ash frowned. He had to switch to business. "Where did you learn to fight like that? That wasn't human speed and what Lissa did –heeled you– wasn't human either." He used Lissa's name the way Rose told him.
Rose bit her lip nervously. It made the man in Ash demand to take her which was strange even for him. Some thing in the way she gazed her lip with her teeth looked extremely erotic. "Well... I will tell you the truth about us if you tell me the truth about you. You aren't human either, buddy." She shoot him a suspicious glance that made Ash smile.
He debated with himself for a minute before he said: "No I'm not and I'll tell you. Cross my heart."
"OK, I'm holding you on your word." Rose had no idea why she trusted Ash, but she just had a feeling that she could tell him anything. Which was creepy seeing as she didn't know anything about him only his name, that he wasn't human (nor strigoi, moroi or dhampir) and that he was sinfully, unbelievably hot and that she was really attracted to him. "OK, well, before we start I just want to ask you one thing." Ash nodded. "What the hell were those blond things? 'Legally blond' extras?"
Ash couldn't help but grin at the comment. He knew her thing instantly. She was witty and sarcastic and sometimes scary and lethal when she wanted and when someone screwed with her. "They are called Daimons. They are something like vampires who instead of blood, suck souls. They were Apollites before when they were born. Apollo created them–"
She cut him off, gaping. "You cannot be serious. Apollo? Greek God of the sun and plagues? Really?"
Ash gave her a curt nod. "Yes. He's an asshole, believe me. So, anyway, Apollites were created by him. They are mostly tall, blond and blue eyed. The were happy, until when Apollo's beloved mistress and his children were slaughtered by an Apollite queen that had a grudge against Apollo. So, in a fit of anger Apollo cursed the whole race of Apollites into never again being able to come out into the sun light, having features as animals –fangs mostly and they were forced to feed from one another to live, until their twenty seventh birthday when they die a vary slow and painful death. Dieing at twenty seven was another curse because Apollo's mistress was killed at twenty seven."
Rose couldn't believe the story he was telling her. It sounded so unreal. Apollo and Greek Gods were definitely not what she expected to hear, but knowing her own fucked up world this maybe shouldn't have been such a shocker. And what the Apollites were cursed with was so... cruel. No race should have that. "That's so awful." She whispered, still stunned.
He gave her a small sad smile and nod before heading back to the story. "So, to escape the fate of dieing like that, some Apollites turned to Daimons. You turn a Daimon when you take a soul, the more souls you take the longer you live. That's why Artemis–"
"The Greek Goddess of the hunt and wild animals?"
Ash's lips quirked. "Yeah. You surely know your Greek mythology."
Rose shook her head and laughed. "Me? God, no! Don't let me deceive you, I know just a hand full of Gods. Lissa's the real genius. She use to study Greek mythology when we were back at the Academy. I just picked a couple of things up from her."
Ash shook his head fighting laughter. "Never mind. Back to the story." He sighed and started again. "So, Artemis created the Dark-Hunters which are an army of soulless men who's jobs are to fight and kill Daimons who take people's souls. They were damned just like the Apollites, they have fangs and they can't go out into the sunlight. Most of the Dark Hunters were humans before being brutally killed or violated. The Dark Hunters usually have vary dark pasts and sell their souls to Artemis for revenge and immortality. I'm the first Dark Hunter, only I have much stronger powers and I have my soul."
If Rose thought that her world was fucked up, what the hell was Ash's? "Bloody hell. How old are you?"
"Psychically I'm twenty-one, not a day older and mentally I'm eleven thousand years old."
Her eyes looked ready to pop out. "OK, I think I'll need a tranquilizer–" She cut herself off, suddenly sitting so still, Ash thought she was going to turn into a stone. Ash looked at Rose's blank brown eyes. They were like a mirror. They didn't show any emotion. She looked like she simply spaced out for a moment.
"Rose?" He asked hesitantly. "Are you OK?" He waited ten seconds seeing she was not going to answer him. "Rose! Hello, anybody home?" He shook his hand in front of her eyes. She didn't even blink. Terrified, Ash took her shoulders and shook her. "ROSE?"
She blinked and the next word both shocked and surprised Ash. "LISSA!" She shrieked, getting up in an instant and running for the door. Feeling helpless and weak in this situation, Ash ran after her. Oh, dear Gods. I never laughed like that and I never felt helpless nor weak in these eleven thousand years I've spent and here I am now, doing things that are in no way the real me and because of what? A woman? Of course she is a beautiful and breathtaking woman, but a woman still. Oh, may the Gods save him. Because he, Acheron, an ancient Alentian god, is doing all this out of character things because of a mortal woman. I am a rank idiot.
"OK, I think I'll need a tranquilizer–" And odd sense of Déjà vu ran through Rose's body and than she felt herself slowly being sucked into Lissa's mind.
Rose felt her fear and despair just as she heard her desperate screams and cries of agony. The sight of watching the person you love the most turn into a cold blooded, immoral, selfish and unfeeling monster before your own eyes. The scene went like a broken roller coaster in Lissa's panicked mind. The sight of Dimitri's glowing red and furious eyes and his sharp pointy fangs making contact with Christian's neck, draining the life and soul of the man she once loved, Christian's eyes widening, as they turned from those beautiful ice blue that Lissa loved so much to an unnatural and eerie red, the same as Dimitri's. Lissa let out a final scream for help when she felt her neck being bitten by the monster that now possessed Christian's body, –the similar monster that held Rose's love's body, Dimitri– before Rose stormed into the room to rescue Lissa.
Rose felt a dagger coming through her heart every time she saw Dimitri's red blazing eyes in Lissa's nightmares (and her own) every night. Red like blood, instead of those warm chocolate brown that melted her like sugar every time he looked at her, smiled at her or even glanced. She loved the way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet, she loved his touch, like silk, but always held that mix of animal lust and electricity in it, the way he kissed her, every kiss held power, first going slow and tender and than turning into the same mix of animal lust and electricity and finally she loved the way he made love to her that night in the cabin. He would go slowly, patiently, easing her nerves and probably reminding himself how she was a virgin and– knowing the responsible and always right and trustworthy Dimitri– he was no wonder thinking about how wrong it was and how he should stop, but than he would lose control (something that didn't happen often) and go faster, more urgent, he was the leader, fallowing him seemed like the right thing to do, but he didn't mind letting her take control. Rose loved it, being able to keep instep with her lover and show him just how much of a woman she was, not a child, for once in her life. And than they were attacked and he was turned into that thing she now despises. She loved her Dimitri, not this. The worst thing was knowing Lissa felt the exact same towards Christian and he was now the same thing as Dimitri.
And than she felt the familiar pain in Lissa's wrist, just to slip into her mind and see her standing up and her bloody wrist hanging while in the other hand she held a razor blade that she used to cut her wrist to 'release the pain' as Lissa called it, her blood was dripping on the floor while her breathing was raged while she screamed for Christian.
Rose snapped out of Lissa's mind, just to meet Ash's worried, swirling silver eyes staring at her own brown ones. "ROSE!–" Just as he was about to ask her the same question she always got when she spaced out, reality hit her hard and she screamed for the one person whom she dedicated her life to.
"LISSA!"
Rose jumped out of bed and started running for the room Lissa was in. She didn't know which room it was actually, but Lissa's fear was like an undetected scent, you could just trail it without a problem. Rose was running so fast she didn't know Ash was trailing behind her, just after she entered the room she was in, Rose became aware of the tall dark headed man from last night. He was with Lissa, staring at her, his face full of shock and confusion as to how this happened.
The man looked at Ash. "I tried to help, but she just kept kicking and screaming to go away and calling someone of the name Christian and Dimitri and than Rose. Than she took that thing–" He pointed at the razor blade in her hand. "–and cut herself."
"NO!" Lissa screamed. Rose looked at her best friend's curled up frame. She looked even worse than before. "CHRISTIAN! Please, don't… please don't do this…"
"Jesus, not again…" Rose muttered under her breath. Lissa used magic to heel her. Of course now it made perfect sense, she used magic to heel her which took a toll out of her and now she's gone semi-mental. Not minding anyone, Rose stormed to Lissa and took her in her arms, cradling her fragile, tall body with her hands, like she was a child in desperate need of comforting and Rose had the role of her mother. "Shhh… Liss, it's all going to be OK. Do you hear me?" Rose spoke soothingly to her. Lissa nodded her head, took a deep breath and let Rose examine her bleeding wrist. Rose saw the razor was still in her hand. "Vasilissa Dragomir, let the razor down now." Rose ordered, hating herself how much she sounded like her always absent mother. Full of authority, which was pretty must ironic because she herself was after all –what headmistress Kirova liked to call –wild, undisciplined and out of line.– Lissa looked at Rose. She stopped crying and the use of her full name ticked her off a little bit, but she found reason in this whole situation again and smiled a small sad smile. She defeated the darkness. It made Rose proud, usually Rose was the one to take the darkness from Lissa and than defeat it, but Liss did it this time.
She put the razor down. "Yes, Guardian Rosemarie Hathaway." Why that little sneak, she even used her title to get back at her for calling her Vasilissa. Rose hated her full name almost as much as Lissa hated hers.
"Fine, Princess Vasilissa Dragomir." Ha, top that! Lissa's face fell, realizing how exactly not fun it was to play dirty with Rose Hathaway.
Before anything else could be said Rose looked at Lissa's pale face. She looked exhausted with dark circles under her eyes and she lost a lot of blood. Rose frowned at her. "Lissa how long has it been since I gave you blood?"
Ash stiffened at her sentence. Did she just –does she give her blood? How? And why does she give her blood? Was the blond an Apolitte? Ash didn't think so. Apolittes had their own scent. And she sure wasn't a Daimon. The blond girl Lissa had a scent Ash didn't recognize. Neither had Rose. Rose's scent was a mix of Lissa's and a human. What was Lissa? And more importantly, what was Rose?
Lissa shook her head. "I don't know. Rose, honestly, I can last for two or three days. Don't waste any more blood on stupid things."
Ash saw Rose's jaw clench and give a bitter laugh. She's mad. And that wasn't a question, it was a fact. "Are you joking? You almost repainted the carpet! I have enough blood. I can give enough to you and I won't even feel it." Than her eyes and voice softened. "Lissa, I vowed to myself and the Queen herself that I will keep you safe. I won't let neither of them get us and I can't keep you safe if you won't help me. Keeping you as strong and healthy as possible is what's safe."
She looked at Rose under her lashes. "What about you?"
Rose gave her a wicked grin. "Screw that. You know that when I wake up, the minute my feet hit the floor, hell freezes over and Satan shudders. That's what you said if I'm correct." Not minding the public, Rose took the razor and took it near her neck, the other side, avoiding the big jugular. And slashed in open.
"Dear Zeus, are you both insane?" The dark haired man rose his eyebrows and stood there watching, while Ash looked like her was on a verge of a melt down.
"Rose, don't, you'll hurt yourself!" Ash yelled at them. I'll just have to deal with them later. – Rose told herself, letting Lissa near her exposed bloody neck. – They come first. It hurt, it wasn't like when you got bitten, this way Lissa doesn't let the drug into Rose's blood system, she just sucks, which really hurt on Rose's part, but it was better than letting Lissa bite her and end up getting stoned. No, the world doesn't need a drugged Rose, she's in no condition in fighting if she's drugged.
Rose gave a low hiss the minute Lissa's lips and tongue made contact with the flesh on her neck. It did hurt. Like hell. Ash and the dark haired man were silent, but Rose could see Ash's jaw working in a not so satisfied way. As much as Rose liked Ash, she really didn't give a shit if he was satisfied with her decision or not. Lissa finished and licked her lips, not letting anyone see the blood on her lips despite the fact that everyone in the room already knew she was drinking Rose's blood.
Lissa looked innocently at Ash and the other guy and than looked at the nasty cut on Rose's neck. She frowned and reached up to touch it to heel it. Rose caught her hand and gave her a short curt shake with her head. "No, Liss, you shouldn't use anymore magic. It's dangerous and I'm not in any condition to take the darkness away."
Rose words echoed in Ash's mind. He knew most of things and he was the head fate in all this, but he just didn't have a clue who these girls are, what they are or where they're from.
Lissa looked less pale, but her face was now grim. "Rose. I don't care, I'm not just going to let you sit there and let you stay hurt. It's just a cut! I can heel it and not use a lot of magic!" She protested. Rose shook her head in a warning gesture.
Rose anything but growled. "I said no, Lissa, don't make me mad. You almost dyed saving me, again." She looked at Lissa's sad expression and her voice softened. She couldn't stay mad at her Liss long. "Like you said –just a cut, nothing Rose Hathaway can't handle." Rose smirked and than, turning her gaze to the two men, it instantly fell. "Guess, I have a lot to explain, huh?"
"Really? You think?" Ash looked pissed. Oh, boy, the last thing Rose wanted was to piss off the big Goth eleven thousand year old Dark Hunter.
I know it's kinda dull, but I promise that the next chapter's going to be better. The girls meet the rest of the DH and WH crowd;D I wonder what flirtations Talon and Dev are gonna think about our Rosie... And what is The Simi going to think about the girls, well, of course she'll ask if she can eat them first, but...
I still don't have an idea who I want to hook up with whom. Is Ash good for Rose or do you prefer someone else? The same goes for Liss.
So, please tell me if you have any ideas.
Is the story good?
Should I keep on with the writing or stop?
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-J