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Being stuck in my room until Monday morning was going to be torture, especially without being able to feel Lissa. It was like having my right arm amputated. It scared the hell out of me, not being able to tell if she was okay or not. What I really didn't understand was what she meant by, "I don't feel anything." How was that possible? A person must feel something if their boyfriend was unwillingly turned into a blood sucking creature of the night. Well, more than he already was.

As the night went on, I continued to feel nothing. I didn't even get a quiver of relief when she went to sleep…it was just a blank canvas, that was Lissa's new mind.

After a few hours of attempting, and failing, to reach Lissa I realized that I hadn't slept for about twenty hours and that I had an early training session with Dimitri.

I swung my legs off my bed and firmly planted my feet on the hard carpet of my dorm room. I reached my arms above my head and felt tiny pinpricks of pain when my elbows cracked in unison.

I had been too busy thinking about Lissa the past couple of days to even give myself a second thought.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My usual beauty was skewed from dark circles underneath my eyes and what looked like a growing, permanent crease between my eyebrows. I had a few small, red cuts on my arms crusted with dried blood, and my hands were covered in blisters and scabs. I was becoming what I had worried about earlier in the year, only I hadn't thought it would start happening until I was well into my twenties. If I looked like this after my first battle, what would I look like after my third or, hell, my tenth battle?

I sighed, hoping that I would look better after a long, hot shower and a blow dry.

When I already had all my clothes off and the water was nice and steamy, waiting for me, I heard a knock at the door.

I didn't react immediately in hopes of whoever it was would go away. They didn't.

I threw on my robe with a sigh and headed for my door. I wasn't expecting who I found waiting for me.

"Dimitri?"

"Rose."

"…What are you doing here? I mean, not that I'm not all for you making a guest appearance, it's just late and you shouldn't be seen talking to me outside my room at three in the morning," I said in one breath, suddenly aware of how close we were standing. His chest was steadily rising up and down as he breathed, how could something so normal, be so beautiful?

"You're worth it, Roza." The way he said Roza made heat spread to every inch of my body.

"Do you want to come in?" He answered by swiftly walking past me and into the room. When I shut the door behind him, I realized how isolated I felt with him in here, with me. It reminded me of being in the cabin with him. We didn't have time for that right now…did we?

Dimitri looked over at my bathroom, noticing the running shower, he said, "I shouldn't have come, I didn't think." He was looking around the room, obviously nervous.

"No, it's alright. Did you have something to tell me? Any news on Christian?" He only answered me with more awkward glances around the room.

"Dimitri…is everything alright?" He was starting to kind of freak me out.

"I shouldn't have come," he repeated, "I'll leave." He rushed for the door, making it in two long strides. His tall, broad frame looked silly in my small dorm room.

I grabbed his arm before he could leave, "Stay, please." I whispered. He looked down at me with his dark eyes. "What about your shower?" A brave idea popped into my head, and before I could think though my next words, they were already out of my mouth, "Why don't you join me?" An unexpected smile curved his lips.

"I would love to."

I was usually confident when doing this type of stuff, but being with Dimitri was different. How do I shower with a guy? How did it even work? I guess I would find out soon because Dimitri swept me up, and carried me bridal style to the waiting shower.

He set me down and my feet met the cool tile floor of the bathroom. We just stared at each other for a few seconds, before he crashed his lips down onto mine.

They were warm and we moved fluidly against each other.

His hands roamed all over my body until he found the end of my shirt and effortlessly tugged it up over my head. I shivered, despite the humidity in the room caused by the shower.

Dimitri stopped abruptly, "Did I hurt you?" He asked with fear laced in his voice.

"No! Of course not I'm just…" How was I supposed to tell this incredibly sexy man standing in front of me that I was insecure. Especially, when I had nothing to be insecure about. I had slept with him only a couple of days ago for crying out loud!

"Roza, we don't have to do anything tonight. You're tired, I can tell." I looked up at Dimitri, and I could see that he meant every word he had just said.

I answered him by practically tearing off his t-shirt.

Okay guys this is where the M rated scene starts, so if it makes you uncomfortable just skip it and look for where I say it ends, thanks!

I trailed my fingers down his sculpted chest and hooked my fingers on the waist of his jeans. I brushed my thumb against the faint trail of hair that leads down to his crotch. I heard a deep moan vibrate through him, and that was all it took for me unbutton his pants and shove them down to his ankles, revealing the growing tent in his boxers. However, before I could touch him, he reached his arms around me, making me feel small and unclasped my bra.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured in my ear.

He ran his hands up my waist and teasingly brushed his thumbs against my hardening nipples. I gasped in pleasure.

I pressed my body against his, wanting more of him. I wanted to devour his warm body. I wanted him inside of me, now.

Once we had finally gotten rid of all of our clothes, we just stood in front of each other, naked.

"I still can't seem to get over how hot you are, Comrade." He laughed heartily and said, "I still can't seem to get over how sexy you are, Roza." And then he kissed me. Hard.

After our kisses lasted about five minutes, he scooped me up and carried me into the shower.

The water stung my back and made my hair into a wet mop. We both laughed when some of the water found its way past my scalp and dripped onto my nose and forehead.

Dimitri cupped my chin with his large hands, and lifted my face up so we were looking at each other dead on.

"You make me feel alive, Roza. When I look at you the world around us goes blurry and all I can think…or even see is you, my beautiful Roza."

"Dimitri…there's nothing I can say that would compare to what you just said, but I want you to know that I love you." I took a deep breath, "I've been thinking about what happened to Christian and how Lissa's reacting it's…it's terrible. I don't know how to make her feel better or even make her feel anything at all."

"You couldn't have done anything about Christian, and maybe Lissa needs to learn how to get through things on her own."

"Wow, there you go again with your Zen wisdom," I smiled.

Dimitri replied by kissing my jaw; any thoughts of Lissa or Christian were quickly dismissed from my head.

I backed up against the slick, shower wall and Dimitri picked me up so I had my legs wrapped around his waist. He rubbed his hips against mine and I felt his member rub up against my wet, entrance. I gasped in – pain.

Okay, this is the end of the M scene. I know they didn't have sex or anything and that it was really short, but trust me, there is more to come ;)

Dimitri immediately released me, thinking he had done something wrong.

I doubled over, feeling like a floodgate of emotions that had been begging to be released, had gotten their wish.

Dimitri turned off the shower and kneeled down in front of me, which was hard to do considering we were in a bathtub.

"Rose, Rose, tell me what's wrong, are you hurt?"

I desperately wanted to answer him. To tell him everything was okay, but I couldn't.

All the information that Lissa had been keeping from me was pouring into my brain, making me incapable of forming words.

Lissa had been lying, when she said she couldn't feel anything. How had I fallen for that?

She had said that so I wouldn't have known her plan.

Her plan to run away from the Academy; to hunt down Christian and kill him.

By herself.