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Clo 3

Chapter 7 – Fights

I woke up the next morning wrapped in a pair of warm strong arms, and hands stroking my hair.

"Dimitri…" I mumble happily. This must be a dream, no way was this actually happening,

"Dimitri we have to get up." I tell him sleepily, eyes still shut. I kiss his lips softly, he remains unresponsive, the hands stroking my hair stop, and he tenses up.

"Dimitri what's wrong?" I ask. Then I open my eyes, and the eyes I'm staring into aren't Dimitri's familiar warm brown, but they are green, and are looking at me with a look of coldness. Suddenly, the memories of last night come flooding back to me. I don't know why I went that far! I wasn't planning on it but I had! I'm just not that kind of girl!

"Adrian! I'm so sorry!" I tell him, knowing he had heard me.

"No Rose, the damage is already done." He said coldly.

"Please Adrian! I'm so sorry! Please believe me!" I desperately pleaded with him,

"NO! you never wanted me! It was always him! I was stupid to believe we ever had a chance together.' He spat the last part at me. He got up, and started to hunt around for his clothes.

"No don't go! Please, I already lost him, I don't want to lose you too!' I cried, tears running down my face. But it's too late, he's already gone. I break down in tears.

Moments later, I remember I'm supposed to be meeting Alberta in the gym at 8:30. I check my watch, it reads 8:35.

"Shit!" I shout. I quickly pull on leggings, a sports bra, a red tank top, a purple hoodie and trainers, I pulled my dark hair into a ponytail. By the time I was finished, it was 8:40. I ran to the gym as fast as I could, barely breaking sweat as I did so. I burst through the doors panting. I took in my surroundings and tensed up when I saw who was standing next to Alberta.

"What are you doing here?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, her appearance registered with me, a stretchy spandex shirt with short sleeves, loose drawstring pants.

"Rose, this is your new mentor," She told me, an underlying warning in her voice. I stood there looking at her, at my mom. Yes, we were on better terms since the Spokane incident, but we still held some of our earlier grudges, me escalating between a small child's need for her absent mother, and a teenager's resentment at her mother's abandonment. We stood there glaring each other for a while, each of us holding our ground, not wanting to be the first to look away.

"So I'll just leave you to it then" Alberta said awkwardly. She hurried out, not wanting to be around our hatred for each other any longer than she had to.

"Put these on now" she snapped, handing me a pair of training mitts. They were similar to boxing gloves but not as thick, and less bulky. They shared the same purpose however: to protect your hands and to stop you gouging your opponent with your nails.

"We've been working on silver stakes," I said sulkily, shoving my hands into the mitts.

"Well today we're doing this. Come on" I grudgingly followed her out to the middle of the floor. I looked around, I had missed this place, I realised. I hadn't been back in here since Spokane. There was something missing though, I knew what it was of course. Dimitri. I still loved him. I still missed him. That's why I wasn't ready for Adrian yet.

When she reached the spot she wanted, she turned toward me and adopted an attack stance. Half expecting her to jump me then and there, I quickly mirrored it.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Basic offensive and defensive parrying. Use the red lines."

"That's all?" I asked

She leapt towards me. I dodged – just barely – and tripped over my own feet in the process. Hastily, I righted myself.

"Well," she said in a voice that sounded almost sarcastic, "I don't know what you can do, do I?" She moved on me again, and I just barely kept in the lines escaping her.

"So what?" I asked her. "This is your way of making up for all those years when you weren't there when I needed you most?"

"This is my way of making you get rid of that chip on your shoulder. You've never had anything but attitude towards me. You want to fight?" Her fist shot out and connected with my arm. "Then we'll fight. Point."

"Point." I conceded, backing up my side. "I don't want to fight. I've just been trying to talk to you."

"Mouthing me off all the time isn't really what I call talking. Point."

I grunted from the hit, but ignored the pain.

"I just have a unique style of communication, that's all," I said

"You have a petty teenage delusion that you've somehow been wronged for the last seventeen years." Her foot hit my thigh. "Point. When in reality, you've been treated no differently from any other dhampir. Better actually. I could've sent you off to live with my cousins. You want to be a blood whore? Is that what you wanted?"

"No. Of course I don't want to be a blood whore." My breathing was becoming heavy, "And they're not all like that, only a few actually are."

"They bring that reputation on themselves," she growled. I dodged her strike. "They should be doing their duty as guardians, not continuing to fool around and have flings with Moroi."

"They're raising their children," I grunted, "Something you'd know nothing about. Besides, aren't you the same as they are? I don't see a ring on your finger. Wasn't my dad just a fling for you?"

Her face turned hard, which is saying something when you're already beating up your daughter. "That," she said tightly, "Is something you know nothing about, Point"

I winced at the blow but was happy to see I'd struck a nerve.

"How'd it happen?" I asked. "Were you on some assignment in Turkey? Meet him at a local bazaar? Or was it even cheaper than that? Did you go all Darwin and select the guy most likely to pass on warrior genes to your offspring? I mean, I know you only had me because it was your duty, so I suppose you had to make sure you could give the guardians the best specimen you could."

"Rosemarie," She warned through gritted teeth, "For once in your life, shut up."

"Why? Am I tarnishing your precious reputation? It's just like you told me: You just screwed him and-"

There's a reason they say, 'Pride goeth before a fall.' I was so caught up in my own cocky triumph that I forgot to pay attention to my feet. I was too close to the red line. Going outside of it was another point for her, so I scrambled to stay within and dodge her at the same time. Unfortunately, only one of those could work. Her fist came flying at me, fast and hard – and, perhaps most importantly, a bit higher than the permissible according to rules of this exercise. It smacked me in the face with the power of a small truck, and I flew backward, hitting the hard gym floor back-first and head-second. And I was out of the lines. Damn it.

Pain cracked through the back of my head, and my vision went blurry. The world swam and, seconds later, I blacked out.


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