FORTY FIVE YEARS LATER

Here I am today, standing on the edge of a cliff, remembering my sucky life. I was rejected by someone I though loved me and betrayed by someone I though to be a close friend. I never got married or had children. I never had a boyfriend after that event either. So here today on this cliff, I realize that my life will be over soon. I've lived a good 70 something years and this will be the end. I can feel it, deep down under, in my veins. A sense of loneliness and despair washed over me. I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I had no one. So here, once again on this cliff, I remember my life and the few in it.

Christian and Lissa got pregnant after their honeymoon, about 2 years. They named there first daughter Rosemarie, their son Adrian, there next son Andre, and their little girl Kelsey. They all liked me, but it was never love. I was never there favorite. They live in a tiny town close to an academy where their children attended school. Now, Moroi and dhampir take training classes together, if so desired. It isn't mandatory though. Lissa's children also have children that attend the school. All of hers though are over 30.

Adrian the boy who tried to seduce Lissa, died tragically in a magic accident. He and Lissa were trying to figure out more spirit tricks when one backfired, wounding Lissa and killing Adrian. That was only 20 years ago. He left behind a wife, who descended from the Ozera line yet dhampir; they had two children, both girl dhampirs. Their names were Lily and Rose. Lissa took the death very hard.

I regret the choices I have made in the past. Maybe if I wasn't so power crazy or assertive, I would be happy with children now. Maybe if I would have just gotten over him, maybe I could've moved on. But I know that I can't. Even now as I prepare to jump, I can't do it. I see his smile, his eyes, his hair, and everything else. I see his family too. The family I could've had, wished I had. They all have that same dark hair and eyes as him, not resembling his wife one bit. Most warriors, champion guardians. Just like him. Him. I'll never forget him. His scent, his voice, his touch. He haunted me. Dimitri.

He and his wife had gotten married after the threat on his life ended. His wife was beautiful; she was also once a friend of sorts to me. I should've seen it. I was foolish not to have seen their chemistry. The way she always made him laugh, something I could never do. He was almost always business like with me. I tried to lure him into my grasp, but in the end she won. And their happy now.

Them and their five children. All happy smiling, deathly children. The first was a girl, they named her Lena after his darling sister. She was now 35 or something, married with her own kids. Yet she was still able to protect her charge, who happened to be Rosemarie Ozera, Lissa's daughter. I remember Lena's curly dark hair and laughing teasing smile. She was polite and quiet, like Dimitri. She was also a kick ass warrior, killing over 20 undead.

Their second child was a son. His name is Seth, the only son they'd ever have. Right now he would probably be about 33 or 34. I remember he had the same dark curly hair, yet his smile never reached his eyes. He was always perpetually sorrowed. No one saw it coming though, when he turned into one of them. He was dead now, yet still alive. It was a shame since he was quite gifted in the guardian department. His wife, Marisa, and his sons, Luke and Zeke, mourned their loss, and then left the country. Two years ago, Lena, his own sister, finally found and destroyed him. They said it was what he would have wanted.

Third to the family was Ivory Shayne. Her name described her perfectly. She had the white blonde hair like Lena, and pale porcelain skin. Her bright eyes shone in moonlight, the pale gray making her look ethereal. She looked neither like father nor mother. She married too, his name was Jacob, he was one of the royal families most prominent. Together they had three children, each paler and more beautiful then the previous. Ivory lives the life of a home maker in her mansion somewhere north of the Royal home.

Fourth was Elora. She, like the rest of them has brown curls and dark eyes. Her prominent cheek bones and elegant stature earned her her husband. The queen's son, Joel. Together they had four children, Ivy, in honor of her sister, Dimitria, in honor of her father and aunt, Rain, in honor of nothing, and Wathena, in honor of Aunt Lena, and grandma. Elora like Ivory wasn't a guardian anymore. She lived in peace with her husband and children, and grandchildren.

The baby of the family was little Avery Autumn. She looked exactly like her mother. All you had to do was picture her mom at 30 and it would be the spitting image of Avery. Like Lena, she became a guardian and a good one too. Her charge is an older royal who resides in Turkey or Iran. She had a fiancé, and two children from previous marriages. She had been married twice, each on dead or turned undead. Both her children were daughters, Leah and Ava. She lived beside the royals home with them.

Dimitri and his wife lived back in Russia, near his family. It was cold up there. They were happy, and I wasn't. They should live, I should die. And that was about to happen in a few minutes. I, Tasha Ozera, was going to jump and die. I would never see anyone again, not my once loving nephew, or my few respected friends. Everyone had left me after I had left Rose and Dimitri dying. But they both lived didn't they? They were fine now. They were in love. Rose had used me to find him, that letter was never meant for me. I remember that day.

I just walked out of there and hopped on a plane to somewhere. I eventually made it back to Russia, to my home. Dimitri's family wasn't there. Everyone around me was cold and moody. I couldn't tell why though. Then, finally word got to me from Dasha, who I begged to tell me. She told me the short story. Rose and Dimitri had been found, alive, and together. Over the years I gathered all the details, and figured out what happened when I walked away….

They were sitting in the snow for over five hours, when he saw a figure approaching. The sun was set so he didn't know if they were a threat or not. Luck was with them when it turned out to be Alberta. She was overjoyed at the fact he was still alive. But then she noticed the young woman dying slowly in his arms.

The blood matted to her shiny brown hair, her jacket exposing her bare, marked, frost bitten back. The chuck missing from her leg that was wrapped in gauze, the other leg, awkwardly splinted and purple. The red stained snow surrounding them .Without hesitation she picked up the woman and carried her to the main campus, with the limping man behind her.

She arrived at the hospital and gave the head doctor a short report. The doctor set to work quickly with blood replacements and varied medical things. Finally after crashing twice, the girl was stable. The man had not left the room once during all of this. He held her hand tight when the doctor left, and had finished checking him for anything life threatening. He was fine.

Days later when the woman finally awoke, the man was still there. They cried and laughed and kissed, until the doctor came in. After two days they were released. No one saw them for two weeks after that. A year after there reunion they finally married. I wasn't invited, and even if I was, I wouldn't have gone. They had their children, watched them grow up, then did the same for their children's children. Never once have they gone anywhere without the other, never ever. To this day there still happy and in love.

So with this news, I shrank away from all and became isolated in a small desolate town in China. No I sit on this cliff, my feet dangling over, and my white hair blowing in the breeze. The permanent scars on my face a reminder of the one good thing I ever did. I didn't even think as I slid myself over the edge, as the wind blew around me, as a searing pain hit, and then nothing, nothing at all. My last though was aimed towards Dimitri; it was "Be Happy". Because the truth was I wanted him to be happy.

3POV

Two days ago a body of an older female was found in the river. The scars on her face show battle wounds, a hero maybe. She was said to be the missing heir to the Ozera thrown, King Christian's once loving aunt. She is also said to be the reason the legendary Rose Belikov almost died many years ago, and that was why the vampire community never heard from her after that incident. Whatever the reason, her death was ruled suicide. She finally was at peace though, hopefully at least.