Here is the DPOV you all wanted. I'm not sure how good it is, but I tried! It starts from the beginning of Chapter Five.

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Chapter Seven

DPOV.

The last couple of weeks had been heaven and hell mixed into one.

Ever since I had almost kissed Rose, I couldn't get her out of my head - not that I was doing that well before.

Everyday at practice, it was taking most of my control to not just grab her and kiss her. I didn't though. I knew she couldn't do this, and that's why I wasn't going to set myself up to be let down. She wasn't willing to risk being a guardian to her best friend. Also, she knew this could ruin my career, which she seemed to keen to protect. So, I kept my guardian mask on, and my emotions locked up, hoping they would go away.

I did slip up a couple of times though…

We had been sparring in the gym. Rose had been trying to make me pin her. She would taunt me and tease me, knowing I would never get her.

"Come on Comrade." She shouted at me, waggling her body, trying to taunt me. It was distracting enough when she was hot and sweaty in so little clothing, but waggling her body in front of me, that was just too much.

In a move speedier than I thought I could manage, I had her pinned against a wall. I ought to let lust control my actions more often if I could pin her this quickly.

"Is this good enough for you?" I panted out, still holding her against the wall.

She didn't respond though. I could tell she was feeling the same desire as me, even if she was desperately trying to conceal it. Her chest was rising against mine, pushing her breasts into me.

They were good enough to look at, but pushing them up against me was more than a slight bit arousing. It took all I had to not get carried away. Unconsciously, I began to lean forward, wanting to feel her lips against mine. Before I had the chance to get any closer, she had struck out, punching me in the shoulder.

It shocked me at first, but I managed to recover, trying to stop thinking about what had just happened.

I knew it was still on both of our minds, as the energy changed in the room. Instead of trying to fight each other, we were trying not to get to carried away with each other.

That had been one of our weakest moments, but I had managed to slip up more than once, unsurprisingly.

Rose had been letting me call my mother as often as I wanted. I still felt bad for using so much money on her long distance calls, but she insisted Lissa would pay for it all. I knew how loaded the royals were, so I didn't doubt she was right.

"Goodbye Mama." I spoke in Russian, before handing the phone back to Rose. I knew she liked it when I spoke in Russian. I had once asked her if she wanted me to speak in English so she knew what I was saying. She had declined insistently, saying I should speak how I was used to.

She took the phone and we sat in that comfortable silence we always seemed to have around each other. She began to play with her hair absentmindedly.

I loved her hair. I had many times imagined kissing her and tangling my fingers in it as I brought her closer to me. I mentally shook of those images and decided to ask her a question that had been nagging at me. "How come you never cut your hair?" I asked. Nearly all the women had their hair cut short. It showed off their molnija and promise marks. "Most guardians do, to show off their marks."

She shrugged looking down at her long flowing hair. It sat to almost her waist. "I always loved my hair, I never want to cut it." She explained.

Good. I thought. I didn't ever want her to cut her hair either. I looked at it longingly. I really did love her hair. Surprising myself, I reached out and twirled a piece of it around my finger. It was just as soft as I imagined. What I wouldn't give to twirl the rest of it in my fingers. "I'm glad you didn't cut it." I whispered gently.

She smiled widely at me. I reluctantly let go, not wanting to break the comfortable atmosphere between us.

I sighed, knowing we could never be more than all these little things that had happened between us.

It was almost time for practice, when there was a knock on the door. The only person I could think of that would come to my room this early in the morning would be Rose. "Come in." I shouted.

The door opened and Tasha appeared. "Hey Dimka." She greeted me, beaming brightly. I managed to keep the disappointment off my face. I would much rather have seen Rose walking into my room.

"Hey Tasha." I said, smiling.

I did like Tasha, she was like my best friend and I had known her for years. Although, after only knowing Rose for three weeks, she already knew me a lot better than Tasha did. "What are you doing here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I just came to talk and stuff." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

I chuckled. "I have practice soon." I informed her.

She gaped at me. "I thought you only had it an hour before school." She inquired, incredulously. She had no idea how hard we had to work to become a good guardian.

"It was. Rose said she would make my training sessions longer if she was going to teach me how to fight properly. So now I have an extra couple of hours.

"Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" She asked.

"No. If I want to be a guardian, I need to be able to fight. It's really nice of her to do this for me. She doesn't exactly like getting up in the morning." I said, laughing. Rose was always later than me to practice.

Tasha looked slightly annoyed about something. I was going to question her about it, when the door burst open. Five or six guardians swam into the room. Tasha's hands instantly lit with fire. Just as she was about to start burning, one of the guardians knocked her out from behind. She slumped to the floor, the fire distinguishing.

"Tasha!" I shouted. No response.

I turned on the guardians, who were smirking at me. "What the hell!" I exclaimed, venomously.

"We have been sent to retrieve you Dimitri." They said, closing in on me. "You won't get away from this."

I struck out at the guardian closest to me, slamming him against the wall. He instantly sprang back towards me, as the others raised there fists.

I fought them off as long as I could. But I was only one under trained novice, against six skilled guardians. There was no chance I was going to win. The room was a mess. Dints and holes were in the wall, a crack was running down the side of the window and my dressers were upturned. This was the last I saw of my room, before I was knocked unconscious.

I woke up to silence, my head banging in pain. I could vaguely tell I was in a car from the movements and things whizzing past me. A guardian sat either side of me and my arms and legs were bound together. I had a gag on as well. There goes my chances of asking where I was being taken and why.

I could recognise one of the guardians now. He had been working at our school when we came back. He must have been a spy, I now realised.

I spent the rest of the journey thinking who on Earth would want to kidnap me. I came to know conclusions however.

The car came to an abrupt halt, as the guardians dragged me forcefully up to the big house in front of us. We were in an expensive area of somewhere I didn't recognise. There were only a few other houses in sight, which looked of a similar design to the one we were entering.

After being pulled through the rooms, I was sat down on a chair. New ropes were added, tying me to the chair, rather than myself.

A Moroi man walked into the room. I gasped as he turned around. I couldn't believe he was the one who had captured me. Richard Tarus. My father.

I glared at him, as he gestured for his men to remove the gag. I instantly began shouting curse words at him in Russian. Venom laced my words.

"Calm down child." He hissed.

I continued to spout at him. Until one of his men punched my gut. I stifled a cry of surprise and pain, closing my mouth instantly. "Much better." He smiled, evilly.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, coldness clearly present in my tone.

"I want you to suffer." He smirked. "I want you to suffer for everything you have done to me. You took Olena from me."

"She was never yours." I spat at him. "She didn't deserve any of the things you did to her."

"Well you deserve all of the things I'm going to do to you." He told me. I could tell by the way he was speaking that he had gone off his rocker. "And so does you mother. And so does that guardian your so in love with."

My eyes narrowed at him. "Don't you hurt them."

"I can hurt Rose Hathaway as much as I want to." He taunted.

I could feel my temper rising, just like he wanted. He was threatening Rose. No one would hurt Rose, so long as I was there to stop them. "Don't even touch Rose." I hissed. "If you touch her, I will kill you."

"I'm sure your not going to be in any state to be killing anything." He smirked, as the guardian who had punched me earlier came forward.

The guardian struck out, punching me in the face. I knew that I was going to have a black eye anytime soon. He punched me in the gut again, winding me. I gasped, trying to refill my lungs with oxygen.

My dad cackled harshly. Then he came closer, holding a thin blade. He grabbed one of my arms roughly. Lowering the blade, he cut a smooth line across my arm. It stung, but not enough to make a fuss about. Yet.

Twenty cuts later, I was in agony. My arms were both stinging painfully. I had refused to make a sound, apart from small hisses of pain. I kept my guardian mask firmly in place, and I could tell my father was getting annoyed I wasn't showing my pain.

He grabbed the blade and ran it from my shoulder down to my elbow. This cut was deeper and a lot bigger. I just managed to stifle my cry of agony. I knew he didn't want to kill me, he was just doing this to make me suffer. Like he promised. So far anyway, I didn't doubt he would kill me when he was finished.

He retied the gag when he was finished with me, but still stood in front of me.

I thought about what would happen if I couldn't get out of this. My mother would be reduced to what she used to be before I stepped in. Being beaten and bitten by the arsehole of a man in front of me.

Rose. He had already said would make her suffer too. He didn't have anything against her, he just knew that I cared about her. A lot.

Just as I was thinking about all of these things, there was a small sound from outside the door. I knew there was guardian out there, but he could easily be taken out.

The door burst open and Rose, Alberta, Mason and Eddie all came crashing in. Rose looked murderous. She didn't look herself. I knew she had mentioned the darkness that she took from Lissa to me, but I didn't realise it made her so different. The three guardians went after Alberta, Mason and Eddie. Rose went straight for my father.

She lunged at him, landing a kick to his gut. He groaned and stumbled backwards. "Stupid bitch." He hissed at her. He turned back to face me, for just a minute. "I will get you. You and your stupid little guardian girlfriend." He gestured to Rose when he said this, and her eyes widened slightly.

She kicked him in the chest at full strength. He hurtled backwards, flying to the wall and then falling unconscious.

Rose was instantly in front of me. I could tell she was looking at all the cuts and bruises covering me. She looked horrified. She untied the gag and went to release the ropes restraining my arms and legs.

She came back around to my front. "Thanks." I didn't realise how croaky my voice was until now.

A tear slipped out of her eye as she helped me up. I almost pulled her into my arms when I saw she had shed a tear because of me. She had been really worried about me, and I knew she had been upset by the condition I was in.

"Come on, lets get out of here." She suggested quietly. I hadn't realised the other guardians had stopped fighting until now.

I got into the car Rose was in, as she went to get something from the boot. When she came back, she was holding a first aid kit.

She slid in next me, closing the door behind her. Mason started the car and we drove in silence. "Give me you hand." She ordered.

I complied, placing it in her outstretched hand. Looking up into my eyes, she showed me how much she cared. I smiled slightly, before she cleaned the cuts up and bandaged them carefully. Even though it hurt, I didn't make a sound. I did flinch a couple of times though.

Once she had finished, she checked over my body again. "You haven't got any more have you?" She asked, almost hesitantly.

"No."

We stayed silent after that. Before long, Rose had fallen asleep, resting her head lightly on my shoulder. It felt so right, having Rose cuddling up to me when she was asleep.

I dozed of myself pretty quickly.

When I woke up, my arms were wrapped protectively around Rose's waist. Her face was buried in my chest and my head rested on hers lightly. I heard Mason grumbling about something, so I sat up straighter, removing my arms from Rose.

She flopped, so her head landed on my lap. Her movements were to stiff though, and a small smile was tugging at her lips. I knew she was awake.

"I can take her back to her room." I offered.

Mason didn't look like he wanted me to be going anywhere with Rose. "You need to go to Dr. Olendzki." He replied, trying to keep the obvious jealousy out of his voice.

"I will go after I've taken her." I tried to reason with him.

"Come on Mason, lets go." Eddie said, pulling Mason from the car.

I grinned, before slipping my arms under Rose's 'sleeping' form. She snuggled into me and smiled. I just managed to hold in the chuckle that wanted to escape me.

When we got to her room, I dug around in her pockets for the key. Once in the room, I placed her down on the bed, before sitting beside her.

"I know you're awake you know." I said, smirking.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked over to me. "Why didn't you say anything?" She whined.

I finally released the laugh I had been holding in. "This was much more fun."

She laughed with me, while sitting up. "You should be at the clinic." She told me.

I sighed. "Okay, I'm going." I said, begrudgingly. I really hated the infirmary.

"I'll go with you." She offered, I smiled and my thanks to her, before we left the room.

Dr. Olendzki was expecting me when we got there and she ushered my into a room. Rose sat down on the plastic chair beside my bed. Dr. Olendzki left and then returned with some equipment.

She looked over my body, checking the bandages. "Whoever did these bandages did a good job of them." She spoke, complimenting Rose without realising it.

"That was Rose."

Dr. Olendzki looked reasonably shocked, before controlling her expression. "I suppose you have had practice patching yourself up." She teased, lightly.

Rose laughed. I loved the sound of her laugh.

Dr. Olendzki told me to stay put, because she wanted to make sure nothing happened to me in the next couple of hours. She kept the bandages on, deciding they were of a good enough quality.

As soon as she was out the door, Rose stood up and rushed over to me, throwing her arms around me in a hug. "I was so worried about you." She whispered in my ear. Her voice was thick with emotion and unshed tears.

I returned her hug tightly, taking in her support. She knew this wasn't easy for me. She knew how much this had hurt me physically and emotionally. She just knew.

I could feel her tears on the crook of my neck, as her body shook with a couple of sobs. I tightened my arms even more, while she tried to calm down. "I'm so glad your okay." She said, brokenly.

A couple of seconds later, Tasha appeared in the doorway. She had a bruise on her head from where the guardians had knocked her out.

Rose pulled back from me, wiping her eyes for stray tears. Tasha looked shocked she was crying, but quickly recovered, her face forming a smile. "Hey Tasha. Thanks for helping out earlier." She said genuinely.

"That's okay. I'm just glad you could get Dimka back." God. I hated it when she called me that. It was different when my family said it, but with Tasha it was just annoying.

"I should go." Rose spoke, turning back to me. "I'm glad your back Comrade." I smiled at her awful nickname for me. "I will see you later? I still have to talk to you." Then she left the room.

Tasha walked over and took Rose's place, hugging me tightly. I gently put my arms around her. She just didn't feel like Rose did in my arms.

She pulled back after a second, thinking I was too hurt to hug her properly. "I'm so glad your back!" She squeaked. "I was so worried. Then when I came round and Rose was panicking, I didn't know what had happened. Then she figured out it was your dad who took you and called your mother and worked it all out. Your so lucky!" She ranted.

I was beginning to zone out, but she was talking about Rose. I couldn't believe she had worked all of that out. And she was panicking. She really was that worried about me. "I'm glad to be back." I smiled slightly.

Tasha was full on beaming. "How come you told Rose everything anyway?" She asked, her smile faltering a bit.

I shrugged, trying to act like it was nothing. I couldn't exactly say the real reasons. "I just trusted her. If anything like this did ever happen, it was best someone knew." I lied.

She seemed to accept my response and carried on blabbing about random things until Dr. Olendzki came in. "You can go now Dimitri." She said.

Tasha said her goodbyes and I walked back to my room alone. It was just about curfew when I got back to my room. I lied down on my bed, grabbing my western from the beside table.

After about an hour of reading, but my thoughts constantly on Rose, there was a knock on the door.

I got up and opened it, slightly surprised to see Rose there. I let her in and we both sat on the bed. "Hey." She greeted me, smiling.

I grinned back at her. "Hey." I replied. "How did you know where I was?" I asked her, curious to know if Tasha had missed anything out.

"Well, I kind of guessed it was your dad who took you, so I asked Tasha for his name, and then I called your mom." She explained. "You should probably call her, she will be worried sick about you." She threw me her phone. "Here."

"That was very clever." I complimented her, before dialling the number and putting the phone to my ear. "Hello?" My mother answered in Russian.

"Hello Mama?" I replied back.

She choked on something she was drinking and I could practically hear her happiness. "Oh Dimka! I'm so glad your okay!" She cried.

I laughed. "I'm fine. Rose came and saved me."

"I like her," She began. "She's a nice girl. She liked you too, I could tell by the way she was so panicked when she rang me."

"She's great." I responded, truthfully.

"Can I speak to her. I need to thank her for getting you back." She asked.

"Of course."

I switched back to English as I held the phone out to Rose. "She wants to talk to you." I explained.

She took the phone off me and put it to her ear. She spoke to my mother for a couple of seconds, before hanging up. "She seems like a lovely woman." She told me.

I smiled. "She is."

I noticed we were unconsciously getting closer to each other. "Are you okay now?" She asked quietly, reaching out and grabbing my hand. "I can't even imagine what you've been through."

She was right. She couldn't imagine what I'd been through. The point was, that she was trying, and that was all I needed from her. "I guess." I sighed, thinking about what had happened. "While I was there, it was horrible. He kept saying all these things he was going to do with my mother when he had done with me. But what was worse, he kept threatening you." I paused, shuddering. "He said he knew how I felt about you, because he had spies at the school. He said he would make you suffer." I ran a hand down her cheek, feeling her soft skin. "I couldn't bare to think of anything happening to you Roza."

Roza. Her Russian name slipped easily off my tongue. I could tell she liked the way it sounded.

She placed a hand on my cheek, like I had done to her. "You can't imagine how I felt when I found out what had happened. I tried to stay calm, but I think everyone could tell how panicked I was." Tasha and my Mom had both mentioned that. "I wish they had taken me instead of you."

I was shocked. She really wished she had been the one to go through all that pain instead of me. We both leaned in. Our breathing was irregular and my heart was beating out of my chest.

This was just like the last time I had almost kissed her, but this time, she let me.

It was heated and passionate as our lips moved together. I had been dreaming of this moment for some time now, but this was even better than I expected. I had never really kissed many girls, but I knew this was as good as it would get.

We battled our tongues together. I leaned over her, pushing her into the mattress. Grabbing my hair roughly, she pulled my mouth even more firmly to hers, trying to resist the urge to breath.

When she finally had to pull away, I trailed kisses up to her ear, moaning softly into it - "Roza," - as she pushed her breasts into my chest.

She pulled my shirt up and over my head, revealing my muscles. They had grown since we had begun training and I knew she loved to look at them. I followed suit, pulling her shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

Suddenly, she pushed me away. "Stop." She gasped out, before grabbing a shirt and fleeing from the room.

I sat up, stunned as ever, on the bed. Sighing, I buried my head in my hands.