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'Dimitri's turning to the dark side…' I said, laughing without humour.

I didn't sleep at all that night. I just sat in the corner of the cell, shivering in the cold. I watched the guardians outside, who occasionally made small talk with either me or one another. They were friendly, and didn't believe that I would kill the Moroi queen. It seemed Dhampirs were more understanding than Moroi. Any Moroi I saw instantly shied away from me and whispered about how they knew all along that I was a murderer. Now I knew how Dimitri felt when he was being treated like a Strigoi. Ah, Dimitri. What the hell did he think he was doing?

Oh God how I missed him. My beautiful, caring, loyal Russian God. How could he do this to me? I'd rather die than see all my work to get him Dhampir back ruined. I sank down to my knees, praying to a God that I didn't even believe in. Please, please make Dimitri come back. That was my silent prayer for the days that followed my discovery of his disappearance.
Three days before my trial, I was laying on my bed, staring up at the plain ceiling, wishing his warm arms would encircle me and tell me everything was going to be ok. Suddenly, a loud bang made me jump up and run to the corner, hugging my knees to my chest.
'She's in the cell. Be careful, Belikov said she'll be scared if you're too firm,' a cold voice murmured to someone whom I was unable to see. Belikov? Dimitri? I heard footsteps approach my cell and another loud bang followed. I saw some of the cell bars fall to the floor and a tall man's figure came over to me.
He offered me his hand, but I pressed up against the wall, distancing myself from his touch. This wasn't Dimitri, clearly, as the Strigoi, which was what this guy was, had short red hair and wasn't nearly as tall as my God.
'Dimitri wants us to take you to him, Rose. We won't hurt you, I promise.' the Strigoi said, his eyes cunning, but showing no trace of deceit. I nodded, standing up but refusing to touch him.
I didn't entirely believe him, because I knew he was obviously having difficulty suppressing the want to bite me. Never trust a Strigoi. One of my mottos. But what about my other motto? Always trust Dimitri. I frowned as the Strigoi, there were six of them altogether, lead me out of the Court's jail and into a waiting car.
I was pretty surprised that nobody had spotted us, as it was the middle of the day for us and usually everyone was about. I didn't want to know how the Strigoi had avoided that problem.
I had flexi-cuffs tied to my hands and I was shoved into the back seat of the car which was an elaborate black limo. I sat down, trying to make myself comfortable, when I noticed someone else was in the car with me. It was a figure in a dark black coat, who also wore cuffs. I stared at the person and they seemed to look back occasionally. Sadly, the windows were blacked out in the car, so the person's identity remained unknown to me, for the time being anyway.
Many hours later, we arrived at our destination. The mysterious figure and I were forced out of the limo and marched into a forest, where we were forced to sit back-to-back on the ground. Then all six Strigoi walked away, back to the van where they drove off. I sighed, where was Dimitri? I thought the Strigoi were going to take me to him. I shifted around, suddenly uncomfortable.
Then I remembered the person behind me.
'Umm hello?' I started, not being able to see the person in my current position. The other person's tied hands touched my back gently as a silent greeting. I shivered, speaking in a whisper,
'Who are you?' the person sighed and I felt them shift, as if they were trying to look around to see me. The person, who had the build of a man, touched my back again. The man's hands tried to pull my hips around to face him, but the flexi-cuffs prevented it. He tried harder this time and I heard him moan as the plastic bit into his skin. Definitely a man's groan.
'Hey, hey, hey! Stop, you're hurting yourself!' I begged, feeling around for his hands. My fingers brushed along his wrist, feeling a wet liquid along the edge where the cuffs were. Blood.
'You made yourself bleed. Why do you want to see me so badly?' I asked, smiling gently as the man linked our fingers together. All I got in reply were a few sounds. Pleading sounds. Sounds that tried to convey meaning. I looked up into the dark sky and sighed.

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