Rating: K
Summary: Dimitri has been changed and longs for Rose to join him, he still cares about her though and finds a creative way to show it, unfortunately he also treats himself (oddly worded sorry)
POV: Rose
Word Count: 425
#7: A Rose A Day
After seeing Dimitri be turned into a Strigoi I was distraught I had wanted to go after him but between Lissa, Adrian, and Christian they had convinced me to stay. I had become mechanical and emotionless only livening up at the end of the day when classes were done. I ran to my room and I found a rose attached to my door. The only thing it said was 'D' but I knew who it was from without anything else, somehow Dimitri had gotten a rose to me every day since his disappearance.
Every night I stared at the rose for at least half an hour before placing it on my nightstand and falling asleep to dream of him. I would glance at the rose when I woke up too his memory never leaving my brain. Over time I became happier knowing that somehow he was watching over me, making sure I was still ok. On the fortieth day I walked up to my room and saw no rose, I almost collapsed onto the floor until I saw a trail of rose petals leading away from it. I followed as quickly as my legs allowed and soon reached the woods near the cabin. I saw him leaning on the door "Roza," my Russian name slipped from his lips as he gave a twisted smile at seeing my approach.
"How are you on academy grounds?" I asked emotions mixed on seeing him.
"Jessie and his group never stopped with magic using, the wards are weak."
I silently cursed Jessie and his bumbling baboons. "Why are you here?"
"I can't wait for you anymore Rose I thought just watching you everyday would be enough, but it wasn't I need you. I only had one other way of cooping but none are as good as the original."
I looked at him confused but he snapped at I estimated about thirty, thirty five girls all with red tinged eyes came out from behind trees. None looked hostile or angry but that didn't soothe me, I was on edge now.
"Rose Smith," he said placing a hand on one. "Rose Maxwell," he moved to another. "Rose Wilson, Rose Kennedy, Rose Williamson, Rose Littell, and others," he muttered motioning around him. I swallowed hard I wasn't the only one receiving a rose everyday his version was just more twisted.
"Why did you need all these girls?"
He ran at his Strigoi speed, bit me and fed me and then answered me. "Because love, a Rose a day keeps the heartache away."
