A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. My life has been one big ball of stress. I had 4 things all happening this past week and they were all very important. Not to mention the fact I've hardly been home lately. So here's my update! Read and review. I own nothing, enjoy.

I took her to the nearest mall, which was in a good walking distance. Remi's face was complacent as we walked in.

"Wow, not normal reaction for a teenage girl," I commented. Most girls loved the mall. (A/N: "Let's go to the mall!" Haha, anyone watch How I Met Your Mother?)

"I've never been that big of a fan of shopping and we've got Johnson and Malone on our trail," she said casually as we stalled through the food court.

"Let's lose them, there is still light outside. We don't need them," I grinned at her.

"I know just the place they'll look out of place and suspicious. Besides, I need to go get some things to make my mother believe that I'm your blood-whore," she said mischievously.

"I'm in, where are we going?"

"The one place a man looks weird in without a girl holding his hand… Victoria's Secret," she smirked.

"Now I'm really in and why do you need panties to convince your mother that you're my blood-whore?"

"Well, since you say I'm stuck with you; I have to get all my stuff out of the commune. My mother's not just going to let me run off with a Moroi man without him paying her. If I'm all whored up and have stuff you bought me, she'll let me take you to my room. That'll be when we hastily pack what we can and throw my stuff out of the window. When we're done we act like we had the time of our lives and say we're gonna go to the bar or something like that," she schemed quietly as we walked into Victoria's Secret.

I blocked my mind from her. She didn't need to see what I was thinking right now.

"No problem, I have all the money you could ask for," I smiled.

"I'm going to pay you back Adrian," she argued.

"You don't need to and with what money?"

"I have some cash back at the commune and when I'm 18, all my dad's money will go to me," she murmured.

"Some cash?"

"I've saved from every single time I get paid for my blood services," she said hesitantly and she looked very embarrassed. I sympathized for her.

"So you are a blood-whore?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

"I was one but it was the only thing to keep from losing my virginity and sanity to horrid Moroi men," she shuddered.

"Oh," I said quietly.

"I'm off of it now since I've been looking for Strigoi every night now. My mother thinks I'm at the bar hitting up Moroi men. She's not very happy when I come home busted up with no money. She's such a bitch," she mused as she surveyed a lacy bra with interest.

Jailbait… Jailbait…I kept repeating that to myself. The wall was crumbling.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" she murmured.

"Do what?"

"Put up the wall in your because you don't want me to hear your dirty thoughts of me. I don't mind so much, any other man I would. You, I don't mind. That is if you also think clean things about me once and awhile, and…" she trailed off.

"And?" I questioned.

"You stop calling me Jailbait."

"Sorry but your 16 and not an adult. The wall is there because you are so young too. I'm 22 and it's slightly wrong for you to be seeing those things in my head," I told her.

"Just because I'm 16 doesn't mean I haven't seen or done anything. I wasn't wild or anything, but I did do some stuff," she admitted.

"Stuff?" I repeated. She blushed a little. Now I wanted to get in her head.

"My Moroi friend, the one who got killed. Well, we were blossoming friend, things got pretty intense between. It didn't get far as you obviously know because I'm a virgin, technically speaking," she confessed. Her ears turning pink. I was a little jealous of her friend.

"So why didn't it get very far?" I trudged through the jealousy to get to know her better.

"His guardians caught us. It was so embarrassing, because they told my dad and his parents. We were only 15, well I was 14 and he was 15. Needless to say, we weren't left alone again and our relationship was done, because his court arranged future wife got pissed and was going to pay the school to kick me out. I also got called a home wrecker. So we called it quits, since we knew it wouldn't last," she explained.

"You simply went back to being friends?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, much to his 'wife's' annoyance and that I was his top contender to be his guardian when we graduated," she smirked, but then got a sad look in her eyes.

"Just so you know, I'm all for Moroi/Dhampir relationship," I lightened the mood.

"Oh, I know," she grinned.

"You do?"

"I know about you and Rose. I can feel it in your subconscious and how you reacted when I said her name. She hurt you, but if you asked me I would say it's all meant to be," she told me.

"What do you mean 'meant to be?'"

"I like this set, do you think this would be good enough?" Remi asked, changing the subject. She held up a deep red lacy number.

"I…I… don't know," I stuttered out.

"Guess I should try it on," She shrugged and grabbed some more lingerie. Leading me to the dressing rooms. I was about to protest.

"Here's the thing Adrian, when it comes to my mother. She doesn't trust me or my guardian mask. My guardian mask always gives away that I'm hiding something. I need your help to pick out some lingerie so I can lie with the greatest ease," Remi babbled.

"If you insist I must," I grinned and gently guided her towards the door.

"See, you can live with out Rose."

"Rose who?"

"Exactly."

It was actually really nice having Remi in my head. I never really had to explain anything to this girl. I hadn't even known her for a few days. Yet, she was a completely what I needed. I really liked her but the whole age difference thing. Damn, Jailbait!

"Stop calling me that!" she whined through the dressing room door.

"Get out of my head," I simply told her.

"I can't, your thought's practically run into mine," she reminded me a peeped her head out of the doorway.

"Come in here," she smiled while giving me one of the 'come hither' finger gestures.

I cautiously walked in. I shut the door and turned to see her face inches from mine. I looked down to see her in the red number. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Um…Um… Um…" I kept repeating like an idiot.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

I was stunned. I couldn't take my eyes off of her skinny curvy hips and flat muscular stomach. Her legs looking long and sexy, it was crazy. Don't even get me started on her other parts.

"So you do," she giggled.

"Yes," I gulped down the ever constant lump in my throat. She was such a weird character. One moment she was shy, the next she was wearing sexy lingerie for me.

She cocked her head to the side for some reason. A bright gold aura I had seen in others beginning to leak into hers slowly. Her hair fell away from her neck, revealing her scars and bruises from the Moroi men biting her. I hadn't healed them when I brought her back from death. I didn't have the energy and it wasn't necessary. I reached out slowly and touched her neck. She shied away a bit but stopped when she felt the tingling energy of Spirit go from me to her.

"What was that?" she wondered, putting her hand over mine. A curious light expression in her eyes.

"Spirit, I healed you," I whispered.

"Is that how I'm alive?"

"It is also why I'm bonded to you. I'll have Rose explain everything to you whenever you meet her. She knows all about it," I told her.

"So what does Spirit mean and do exactly?"

"You know how Moroi have elemental magic? Well, one that isn't that common is Spirit. People have seen it in the past that we simply didn't specialize in an element, but in reality we wield Spirit. My friend Lissa is a Spirit user also."

"What do Spirit users do?"

"Lissa is an amazing healer and she has strong compulsion abilities. I can heal a little bit, but not as well as Lissa. Though, bring you back to life was something I shouldn't have been able to do, I somehow did. Lissa and I can both see people's auras. Auras are people's feelings and emotions, shown in colors around them. I'm okay with compulsion, but my strongest point is dream walking."

"Dream walking?"

"I can go into people's dreams and actually talk to them and control things around them in the dream."

"That's pretty cool."

"I usually end up annoying people," I smirked.

"I don't think I'd mind," she smiled, becoming slightly shy. She was being open a bit more.

"I knew you wouldn't," I teased.

"So, I'll be this set for sure," she turned away, self-consciously running her hands down her stomach. Once again, one moment she was confident, the next self-conscious. She picked up a plain black bra and eyed it curiously.

"Turn around and don't look. I'll know if you do," she warned, I did as I was told. Two seconds later she turned me around, I internally groaned.

"Good, I needed that reaction," she grinned. She stepped in front of the mirror. Hands on her hips, a smug look on her face.

"What are you smug about?"

"It's the Miraculous Bra my sister has been killing to get since her other one was lost by some Moroi man one night. My mother was not happy that she had lost it, so she wouldn't get her a new one. Oh, she is going to be mad when she sees me wearing this."

"You have a sister?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, she's 14, but she's not my dad's daughter. So we're half sisters and nothing alike. I look like an extreme girl version of my dad. Whereas she looks exactly like our mother. Our personalities are polar opposites too. If you'd look up blood-whore in the dictionary, you'd see my sister."

"Harsh."

"No, she's freaking 14 and she's had sex with more than 20 guys. She lets them drink from her at the same time. She likes it all. She wants to be a blood-whore like our mother. Me, I was glad my dad raised me and I went to school to become a guardian. My dad was a great man, a single Royal Moroi father and he never dated any other Moroi either. He actually had a crush on his guardian who was like a mom to me," she whispered and tears filled her eyes. I put her face in my hands and kissed her forehead.

"I hate that commune, I miss my dad calling me Princess, I miss combat training, I missing being a Novice, I even miss it when my dad would embarrass me in front of my friends, I miss him being there every time I had a nightmare after the Strigoi attack," she babbled, I don't know what caused me to do what I did next, "I miss how he'd make me Mickey Mouse pancakes, I miss just being a teen…"

My lips were against her, completely silencing her. She responded back and she was a great kisser. A couple seconds later she pulled back. I opened my eyes to see her face flushed and her eyes still closed. She let out a little laugh and shook her head.

"Sorry," I apologized. I must have shocked her.

"Don't be. It's just been awhile since I've been treated nicely and kissed with care and kissed back a guy, for that matter," she murmured, a small smile on her face.

"Let's go get something to eat," I suggested. I didn't want to get into a discussion about Moroi men forcing themselves on her. It pained me to think about it, it also made me angry at those Moroi men. I questioned myself as to why I felt this way about Remi.

"I'll be right out," she said softly, I nodded and got out of the dressing room. She came out a couple seconds later, back in her regular clothes.

I took her hand in mine and she smiled as I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. I bought her the lingerie, receiving a smirk from the cashier. Like she thought that we were going to be having sex or something. I was kind of glad Remi looked older than 16, otherwise people would have thought I was a pedophile.

"Alright, let's go babe. I can't let you go hungry," I smirked and kissed her check. Playing along with what the cashier's thoughts for the fun of it. Remi wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. We walked hand and hand out of the store with grins on our faces.

We burst out laughing as we walked out to the food court. I noticed Johnson and Malone guarding and watching us from a distance. Even through their guardian masks I could tell they were not happy. Their auras were tinged with annoyance.

"Where do you want to eat?" I wondered.

"Panda Express," she replied instantly.

"Sounds good," I smiled as we walked towards the line. We got out food and sat down. The guardians now on the upper and lower floor, watching us.

"So, what's your family like?" she asked me curiously before putting a piece of orange chicken in her mouth.

"I'm an only child. My mom and dad are both political. My dad would have heart attack right now if he knew I was with a Dhampir. My mom would simply it's a phase and that I'll get over it. That's what she said about me dating Rose. Though, she didn't counter in the fact that Rose is still in love with her former mentor. My parents want me to find some Royal Moroi woman to marry, but I'm not big into Moroi girls. Once you go Dhampir, you never go back," I joked.

"Rose is in love with another Dhampir?"

"Yeah, Dimitri Belikov," when I said his name there was no hatred laced into either.

"THE Guardian Dimitri Belikov?" There was a funny expression on her face.

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, I didn't know whether the rumors of him being a Dhampir again were true," she shrugged.

"They are. Do you know that my Aunt, The Queen, was killed by Tasha Ozera?" I asked in a strained voice.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for your loss," she murmured, not even prying on the subject. She must have picked up on my thoughts.

"My aunt didn't actually want me to be with Rose. I think she'd be rolling over in her grave right now. I love her and all, but she didn't want be me being official with Dhampirs," I laughed, easing the mood.

"So, she wouldn't approve of you kissing me in a Victoria's Secret dressing room, while I'm in Lingerie?" she teased.

"That could have risen her from the grave for all I know," I chuckled.

"Zombie Queen? I don't know how Queen Dragomir would handle that one," she mused.

We ate rest of our lunch just talking about our favorite things. I learnt that she liked Chinese food, obviously, winter, running, Glee, has a canny love for manga, skinny jeans, converse, the color black, and she collects movie ticket stubs,

She learnt that I liked Dhampirs, jokingly, offensive magic, pissing my parents off—mostly my dad—drinking—though she already knew that—and I was addicted to cigarettes. She also learnt that my favorite show was Supernatural, ironically, I didn't really read, and wore boxers only.

We walked off to do more shopping; the guardians following us once again.

"What's your full name Remi?" I asked her curiously. I didn't know her last name or her full first name.

"Don't laugh. I honestly don't know what my dad was thinking."

"I won't, I promise."

"Remilda Florence Szelsky," she blushed. I snorted, she punched my arm. I winced because it had hurt a bit.

"Ouch," I complained, rubbing my arm.

"I said not to laugh."

"Sorry, but you poor girl. You got stuck with a kind of whacked up name."

"Hence why I adopted the nickname Remi."

"So, you're a Royal Dhampir?"

"If there was such a thing, then yes."

"How closely are you related to Princess Ariana?"

"She's my aunt."

"Wow, you're up the Royal scale."

"If I was a Moroi. Besides, I'd hate being Royal, no offence but I'd have to spend time socializing with Royal snobs. I love being Dhampir."

"None taken, most Royals are snobs."

"Well, at least you're not; you're the only Moroi man to treat me like an equal since my dad and Logan. Those guardians don't even care about me. They think I'm a filthy blood-whore." (A/N: Speaking of blood. I donated blood for the first time the other day! Woot! XD)

"You're welcome, I'm trying my best," I smiled at her as we walked into Aeropostale.

By the end of the day we had armfuls of bags that we carried back to the hotel around noon—technically midnight for humans—and threw them on the couch. She grabbed the Victoria's Secret bag and another bag from the one of the girly clothing boutiques and shops we went to.

She went in to the bathroom and came out wearing a low cut sun dress that was a little short for her 5'4'' frame. She had put on that black bra. The black straps showing against the white ones from the sundress. A small trinket necklace hung down into her cleavage. She had pulled her hair up loosely with one of the claw/grabby thing-a-ma-bobs, leaving some pieces of her black hair framing her face. She had a little make up on but not too much and she had on white gladiator sandals.

She was utterly astounding and breathtaking as she looked at me shyly.

"Do I look okay?" she murmured, smoothing out her sundress. How come she couldn't just see my reaction in my thoughts?

"Better than okay."

"Will you do something for me?"

"Sure, anything." I told her truthfully.

"Bite me."

A/N: Cliffy! No worries! I'll update uber fast! I don't have as many things going on in my life anymore. Cheer seasons wrapping up. I turned in my English portfolio and my National Honor Society Application. I also finished up Solo and Ensemble—though, I am advancing on to state for Polka Band—yes I'm in a Polka Band—and my music theatre piece, Popular from Wicked. I also competed at Cheer state. We took 4th but we were 9 points away from 3rd! Thanks for reading! Please Review!