OK i'm a really bad person! I know its been like, forever and i am really really really really really sorry! But i come bearing a new chapter :D... I realise this story is really slow at the moment but so far these have been just to get the story started, thankfully i have broken through my writers block and have some great ideas and story lines coming your way! But hey good news... Pottermore is now open to the public! Horaayyyy :D, Enjoy this chapter!
Oh and i havent done one of these yet!
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to the great writer Richelle Mead! Story line belongs to yours truly ).
Grumbling to myself I stomped over to my car where Dimitri stood leaning against the hood of my car. Worried he would be pissed I glanced at his face inconspicuously. Yep… he was definitely pissed. His face slightly reddening and hands balled up into fists crossed against his chest. Finally reaching him and standing directly in front of him he stood up straight.
"What?" I snapped before he could say anything.
"Who in the HELL do you think you are!" he started "Where do you get off taking to Ivan like that, after everything he has done for yo-"
"Done for me?" I screeched "You've got it wrong Dimitri, anything he has ever done he has done for himself or for you! Don't think because he has helped you out that he was helping me. I wouldn't take his help anyway and you know that!"
"Why are you here" he said abruptly.
"Excuse me?"
"Here, why did you come here?" he asked, curiosity burning in his voice.
"What does that have anything to do with you? How did you find me anyway?" I countered.
"I followed you" he said simply, shrugging his shoulders heading toward his own car.
By the time I had formed a coherent sentence he was already driving off into the distance.
Later that day I arrived back to my apartment… Well our apartment since I shared with Dimitri. He had managed to get kicked out of his place the other week for not paying up on the rent. Typical of the 'new' him. If you had told me last year that I would move to England and have to put my home up for Dimitri because he wouldn't pay the rent I would laugh in your face before smacking it. Now? I expected it sooner than it actually happened.
Huffing I threw my bag by the door and went to get some food. I decided to make myself a cheese toastie and sat at my kitchen counter. I was thankful for the way England worked… Had I been in America I would still have been in high school, here in England I had a choice to go to college or just get a job and work for the rest of my life, get my own place and do anything I wanted since I was 18 and legal for everything now. Thankfully my 'dad' had helped me out a bit by getting me this place and paying for most of the rent, although I did have to get a job to pay for everything else e.g food, water, clothes etc. If I was honest this place was a bit big for one anyway. Two bedrooms -an extra just in case I had guests- a huge kitchen, an en suite as well as a normal bathroom and a large living room. Luckily for me it would come in handy with a certain Russian running around the place.
After eating and cleaning up the place it was 7.00pm. I went into my bedroom and got changed into some trainers, tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie that was way too big for me to go running. On my way out I grabbed my keys that I left in the bowl by the door and locked up also leaving my cell. Nobody would call since they all knew I went running around this time. Plugging my headphones into my iPod I started off down the street. The rhythmic motion of running always helped me calm down and sort through anything going through my mind. Often I would see vast green fields as I ran and picture myself running through them. Running and never stopping, being able to leave all my troubles behind, and never having to face them. That's normally when I turned around and went home but today I didn't want to just do what was expected. Seeing the sun set, leaving vast colours of oranges, pinks and reds across the sky, I wanted to run, run and never look back again but that's how I got here in the first place. I ran from what I couldn't handle, from what meant everything to me. I turned left and hopped over a wooden gate breathing heavily looking at the endless sea of green grass in front of me. That's when I ran. Once I started I couldn't stop, it was so exhilarating, up until I seen someone ahead of me. Hair pitch black and pale skin, running. I stopped dead in my tracks, not being able to push myself just one step further.
"Christian" I whispered. Tears building in my eyes.
-flashback-
"Come on Rosie! See if you can catch me" Christian shouted to me as I sat on the brick wall that surrounded the academy.
"No Christian, its not right being out here… You heard what Alberta said, there's a murderer on the loose! Please come inside with me" I pleaded, looking around hesitantly.
"Oh I see! The famous Rose Hathaway is scared" he laughed "just wait until I tell everyone about this"
"You wouldn't" I said menacingly.
"Yes I would, that is unless you can stop me" he grinned before taking off.
"You are so on!" I shouted running after him.
-end flashback-
No, there is no way its him. It cant be, but what if it was? What if this was my second chance.
"Christian?" I screamed.
The figure stopped and turned to face me, at first I couldn't make out and of their features because they where quite ahead of me. I blinked a few times, trying to see if they had those ice blue eyes I remember.
The mystery person turned and run, but not before I could make out the whisper I heard that came from their lips.
"Well if its isn't the famous Rose."
Second note (ew. two in one chapter!) But please dont hate me for leaving this on a cliff hanger :D. Reviews mean faster updates! 3
