Darkness Bound

Summary: Takes place after Shadow Kiss (oblivious of Blood Promise ;D) Just when Rose thinks she's finally found Dimitri, her world is turned upside down again. After meeting Dimitri's friends and family, her search for him becomes more complicated than ever. The investigation deepens, and Rose stumbles across a startling discovery: "What do mean, Mason was wrong?"

A/N: I'm sosososososososo sorry this took so long! *bows* I owe you guys! Speaking of which, this story got a lot more views than I expected :D. To those who reviewed, fav'd, and alerted, thank you!

Alright, in this chappy, I introduce two of Dimka's relatives (who I have given my own names for), and if its confusing, Just PM me and I'll be glad to clarify things for you!

Disclaimer: Really, if Vampire Academy were mine, Dimitri wouldn't be a strigoi, and Adrian would have a sexy girlfriend (though not Rose sorry Adrian/Rose fans D:). And honestly, if I owned VA, would I be writing fanfiction?

~*Chapter One*~

There he was.

From my place up in the nearest tree, I decided that there was no doubt about it. I had found him. Considerably easily at that. Dimitri stood with a human girl, his back turned to me. A flicker of jealousy shot through at the sight of him talking with another girl. But then I reminded myself that she would probably just end up as his midnight snack.

Clutching my stake in my right hand, I waited for the right moment to spring out from the tree and finish what I had set out to do. I didn't have to mull over hesitancy or remorse, since a simple stabbing probably wouldn't kill him anyway.

3...2…1…Those were defiantly not tears running down my face, whatever emotion I was displaying did not reach my heart. Hand tightening around my stake, my muscles coiled like a spring, readied to lunge.

Now!

Suddenly, I was flying through the air, stake held high above my head. I remember once joking that I had awesome ninja skills. But right now, I felt like an assassin silently flying towards my target, aimed to kill. You can't help but feel awesome when you're quite literally a ninja assassin, even if your actual motive might not be as cool as a ninja assassin's.

But I digress.

The ground rushed up to meet me, and I poised the stake so that when I landed, it would pierce straight into his heart.

Closer, closer, I was falling so fast, would it really end…just like this?

Apparently, not.

Just before the stake pierced his skin, Dimitri whipped around, shoving the girl to the side. Following her terrified scream was the screech of metal grinding against metal. The edge of a silver stake had deflected mine. Fierce chocolate eyes met mine, and, gritting my teeth, I prepared to swing the stake again-

Wait…what?

For a moment, the scene seemed to pause. I stared into those eyes again. Those dark, chocolate colored eyes.

Without a trace of crimson red.

My gaze moving down to the petite hand grasping the silver stake, I had a bit of a revelation.

It isn't a Strigoi.

Cut me a break, I'm a little slow.

Speaking of slow, in the middle of my shock and awe, I seemed to miss the fist heading straight for my face.

Well, shit.

I was sent flying back into the wall of a nearby building. Which hurt like hell I might add. With a deafening crack, I felt the back of my head slam into the brick behind me. Black and white sparks filled my vision, and blood buzzed in my ears. I found myself rendered unable to function properly.

Standing over me, his sigh seemed awfully high pitched. And then the human ran back to him, "Wow, Duscha! Wish the guardians were here to grade you on that!"

Duscha? It isn't Dimitri?

With another sigh, the person whose identity was currently debatable towered over me, and began speaking in a very non-Dimitri voice, "Coming at a dhampir with a stake? Tch. That's a new one,"

As if to hurt my pride even more, the voice revealed I had not only gotten the wrong person, but the wrong gender entirely. That certainly would not score me coolness points back home.

Struggling with the words, I choked out, "Who…who are you?"

"You don't even know who I am?" A lofty laugh filled the cold air, "You have a hell of a greeting," Extending a slender arm out, she pulled me to my feet, "The name's Duscha. Duscha Belikov,"

Suddenly, the prospect of getting beaten up by this girl wasn't so bad after all.

(Dimitri POV [I know, finally, right? XD])

It was cold. Bitterly frigid, like ice.

Just like home, I decided.

Opening my eyes, I noticed that inevitably, my neck ached. Groaning slightly, I moved my hand to rub my neck, only to find that an iron chain restricted my hand from rising above my shoulder.

In that instant, I snapped out the haze that blood loss had put me in. Indeed, there were shackles around both my wrists, connected to the walls, how old fashioned. Apparently, the Strigoi had somehow renovated what appeared to be the inside of a mountain. Like in a prison, long bars extended from the stone ceiling to the ground, with a locked door located as far as humanely possible from the prisoners (or prisoner, rather), whom were chained against the back of the cell, in the opposite corner.

дай мне перерыв…

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, something remarked that this was awfully similar to a medieval dungeon. As if that's going to help at all. I tilted my head upward, exhaling slowly, watching the puff of breath float towards the top of the cave before disappearing.

The next moment, I was slamming my head into the wall. Damn, damn, damn! How could I be caught? Let myself be taken down by the very creatures I'd trained my whole life to kill? I had no right to preach anyone. How could I, when I even failed to follow my own rule? Never Hesitate. I had been so caught up in the moment, so worried about Rose, that I-

Rose!

Suddenly, jerked upwards, realizing what the situation must look like to someone who didn't realize I was still alive. They must think I'm dead. I wasn't dead, and I was very lucky not to be. (I mean, come on, the chances of a Strigoi capturing you and keeping you alive?) They probably had held a mass funeral for all those "killed" by the Strigoi. And although I would never want to cause my Roza grief, that was not the worst case scenario.

What if…she thinks I've become Strigoi? The scenery suddenly spun wildly around me, as my brain ran at a ridiculous pace to keep up with the scenario building in my mind. And with the lack of blood, I found myself slumping back down against the wall of the cave, unable to focus on my surroundings, terrible scenes flashing through my mind.

Rose wouldn't waste a minute to come after me. She'd drop out of school, run away again.

And if God forbid she actually made it here, what would she do? Against all the Strigoi that I was sure were just crawling through the caves? She'd be killed!

And why? My mind flashed back to that day in the van, when we had made an agreement.

"If I were a Strigoi…I'd want someone to come kill me…"

"DAMNIT!" Why did I have say that? Life shouldn't be this clichéd!

Rose, Roza! Please, don't come after me!

"Really, the first thing you have to say after sleeping for all this time…"

I jerked upward again, the chains jangling at the sudden movement. The voice was smooth, cold, and devoid of life. Without a doubt, Strigoi. I glared in the direction of the voice, presumably my captor. Two figures stood in front of my little prison, one lanky, yet tall, clearly a full-grown Moroi man. The other, petite, the frame of a thin child. An adolescent maybe. 14 or 15 at the most. The man stepped forward, his youthful subordinate in tow. A wicked smirk was plastered on his face, and the moment he stepped into the light, I realized this wasn't the first time I had seen this man.

Broken glass, broken objects, sometimes broken bones.

The same cruel smile on his face as he shoved my sister aside, facing my mother with eyes filled with lust. "Now, shall we continue where we left off last?"

Yes, I had seen this man plenty of times in my life, his cruelty and all. And really, Moroi or Strigoi, there was no difference.

"Damien," I growled lowly, hate seeping into every sound that escaped my lips, sounding plenty like a Strigoi myself.

"Now, now Dimitri," his expression changed to one of mock chastisement, "Is that anyway to address your father?"


Cliffy! Sort of. I'm evil :D, I guess.

And Guess who can't write in the POV of sexy vampire men?

Stephanie Meyer.

Oh, and me. Yeah, especially me XD

By the way, if you were wondering, I think дай мне перерыв is something along the lines of "You've gotta be kidding me" I'm not Russian, so its probably off -.-

Oh yeah, if you notice any stupid errors, don't be afraid to bring them to my attention!

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Thank you!