Author's Note: Here is another chapter. This chapter is dedicated to my beta's new family member. I wasn't supposed to post this today but this chapter is for my beta's new little sister as a welcomw to world.
Dimitri's POV as requested will be in next chapter I promise.
Enjoy Reading!
Disclaimer: I own the plot. The song is "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. And the rest goes to Richelle Mead.
Chapter 3: Angel
You spend all your time waiting,
For that second chance.
For the break that will make it okay.
There's always some reason,
To feel like you're not good enough.
And as hard at the end of the day,
And need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release.
Memories sing for my pain.
Let me be empty.
Oh, I'll find some piece tonight.
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here.
From this dark, cold hotel room.
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from your wreckage,
From your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.
You feel all alone.
And everywhere you turn,
Are vultures and thieves at your back.
The stone keeps on twisting.
You keep on building the lies.
And to make up for all that you lack.
It doesnt make no difference.
Escape it one last time.
It's easier to believe,
In this sweet madness.
Oh, this glorious sadness,
Brings me to my knees.
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here.
From this dark, cold hotel room.
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from your wreckage,
From you silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here?
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.
Roses POV
When I opened my eyes for the second time, I noticed that I had ended up in a dimly lit room with grey stone walls. It was very bland and plain looking. I was lying on a metal bed with a mattress (which could be mistaken for a stone), sheets, blanket, and a single pillow. There was a desk in the one corner with a single lamp. There was one window. The only thing wrong with it were the bars. The first thought that came to my mind was- Where the hell am I? Last I checked, I was in the hospital. I was trying get to away from the hospital and- I was trying to kill myself. Suicidal, voices in my head, seeing things that I shouldn't, attacking people. Im sure they think I'm mental. They think I'm a hazard to myself and others. But I'm not. The voices in my head were just from spirit rearing its ugly head. I was so depressed and took so much darkness that it drove me over the edge with all that's been going on. And I was only seeing ghosts because my walls were down. And court was in the process of putting up new wards at the time. Why does everything bad have to happen to me? I was pulled from myself session when I heard someone unlocking my door. They cautiously and slowly opened the door up. When they saw I wasn't going to attack, they closed the door and took a few steps toward me.
"Hello Rose. I'm Dr. Emerson. Glad to see that you're finally awake." He smiled and tried to shake my hand, but I refused to.
"Why am I here?" What if my mom sent me here? Or Lissa? Or the Queen? The Queen would find any excuse to get rid of me.
Dr. Emerson sighed. "Well, I can see that you've gathered almost all of the basics. Rose, you're in Tarasov prison. You're here because you have been reported as suicidal, a harm to yourself and others, and possibly psychotic." Tarasov. They put me in Tarasov prison's psychiatric ward. They had caught Victor awhile back after we let him go. So Victor's here. I can't believe they hate me so much that they would put me in a place like this. Lonely and boring as hell. All the doctor's here want to experiment me and jack me up all high on medication that'll make me sleepy. I didn't want that. Or any of this.
"Look, Rose. We only want to help you get better." I glared at him.
"That's not true. You want to experiment me and fill me up on medication that'll make me want to sleep all the time. Send me home! I don't want to be here!" I yelled a bit at the end. I just wanted to go home. Home. Where my nice, comfy bed with a whole pile full of blankets and pillows. Where it's warm and comfortable, not creeptastic. Dr. Emerson sighed once again (his sighing is really starting to get on my last nerve) and said, "I'm sorry, Rose. But it's for the best. Are you up for some visitors? Maybe that'll help?" I didn't know what else to say except yell and attack him, but that'd only land me on more medication and they'd probably sedate me. And I did not want to sleep anymore. So I just nodded and he left to go and get my "visitors". I went to sit on the window ledge. It was cushioned, made to be sat on. They had dressed me in bland grey sweat pants, a grey tank top (even my bra and underwear were grey), and I had a white robe on.
There was a great view (not including the bars of course). A nice green valley of green grass. But my mood dimmed when I looked some more. There were prison walls and security guards all over the place. And the sky was crappy. Grey rain clouds surrounded the whole place, and to top it off, it was raining. I was about to study the layout for an escape plan when my door opened and closed. I turned to find the one person I'd never thought would come and save me just when I needed it most.
Dimitri. Even though I was disgusted with him for saying the things he said to me, I couldn't help but take him in. His tan complexion, long brown hair that felt like silk when you ran your hands through it. And his brown eyes that with one look could make you melt like chocolate. The eyes that were so endless, I couldn't help but get lost in them. Kindness and care always shown in them but today I saw none of that. I saw concern, sadness, self-loathing, pity, shame, and most of all, love.
"What are you doing here? Last I checked, I wasn't wanted around." I said this with venom in my voice. It would have sounded better if my voice hadn't been so hoarse and dry from the lack of water. He saw a glass on my desk and handed it to me. I took it being mindful of making no hand contact.
"Roza," he began. I normally would have said something for him calling me that, but his voice already sounded so... broken. I've never heard him like this. "I made a mistake. Or mistakes. I've made a lot of them and they were with you. I've said things that weren't true."
"What are you getting at, Dimitri?"
He gulped and began again, his emotions making him chocked up and Russian accent thicker, "Back in the church. And all the things after I was changed back."
"What about them?"
"They weren't true." As he said this, a few tears escaped his eyes. He came over to me a bit and got on his knees in front of where I was sitting. With his insane height, he was about my level where I was sitting.
I was stunned. What did he mean he didn't mean them? Did this mean he really did love? I knew I was getting my hopes up, but I needed somebody right now. And the only person that was here showing that they did care about me somewhat, is Dimitri.
"Then why did you say those things?"
He looked down in shame, but continued to explain himself anyways, "I was disgusted with myself. Disgusted that I did all those things to you. I didn't want to hurt you anymore so I thought that pushing you away was the best choice to keep you safe from me." He was still hanging his head but I tilted it up with a finger. I withdrew my hand when he was looking at me again.
"But I told you that what you did didn't matter. And it doesn't. You weren't you. That was someone else without their soul. But the Dimitri I'm looking at right now, I know for sure has a soul. And a good and pure one too." A tear slipped from my eye as I said this. Dimitri cautiously wiped the tear away, lingering a bit longer than necessary.
"I just wanted to keep you safe from me. I didnt want to harm you," he whispered. "And I was wrong. I do love you. So much that it hurts me." By now we were both crying. I didn't care what happened in the past; because all that mattered was the he was here. With me. And he loved me for me with all his heart.
"I love you too." He smiled at this and caressed my cheek. I leaned into his hand and cupped it with my own, grateful for his warmth. There was only one thing that I wanted to do. "Kiss me. Show me that you really love me." And he did. He cupped my face in his hands and crushed his lips to mine. It was one hell of a kiss. Passionate and hungry. Desperate and needy. Desire, love and lust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and eagerly returned the kiss, basking in the love. After we broke the kiss, we laid on the bed together. Me snuggled against his warm, muscular chest and he had his arms wrapped around me, face buried in the hair on the crown of my head. We ended up falling asleep like that and the next thing I knew, it was morning. Dimitri's arms were still wrapped around me and he was still sleeping, snoring lightly. I watched him sleep, so peaceful, and studied his features.
I traced his high cheekbones, lips, eyelids, and eyebrows. I just relished in the being that was him. This moment was absolutely perfect. And I didn't want anything or anyone to disturb it. To have time stop and be in this loving moment forever.
Dimitri's POV is next I promise. Suggestions are welcome.
Thank you for reading!
