Hola!

Here's your next chapter. Long overdue, Oh I know. But on the bright side, holidays are starting up soon so I may be able to write more. I know, I'm awfully un-commited. Also, has everyone read last sacrifice yet? Because If they haven't, i strongly advise you to. Also, for people who have read it, you should read on (If you haven't, there's a bit of a spoiler so look away:

I'll be writing again this hliday and I might to a DPOV of it, or at least one shots of the tent/camping scene, the Adrian/Rose end argue scene and maybe a few others. If you have one you want to see, Review or PM me =)

Disclaimer: I, in no way own Vampire Academy.

"Roza!"

I didn't turn back. Instead, I continued storming up the staircase to my bedroom. I was fully aware that Adrian and my father were wondering what the hell had gotten into me, I had after all, excused myself politely and then proceeded to storm up the stairs.

"Shut the hell up and leave me the fuck alone."

Behind me, I heard Dimitri sigh before I felt his hand roughly pull me back by my elbow. My body jerked towards him. It didn't just piss me off – it made me seethe.

"Rose, I-"

"-I said, shut the fuck up. You're a lying bastard, you know that? Of course you do, everyone knows what they are."

"Ros-"

"Leave me alone!"

"Please, just liste-"

"Don't fucking tell me to listen to any-fucking-thing! You knew! This whole fucking time, you knew that this was coming! You knew and you didn't tell me!"

He ran a hand through his silky brown hair. I loved that hair, it was soft and smooth an-

What the hell was I thinking? I was meant to be pissed off. Majorly pissed off, at that.

"Can we talk about this later?" he glanced around swiftly. "You're making a scene."

"Making a scene?" I growled out, outraged. How dare he? "Making a scene? This isn't me making a scene. You want to experience me making a scene? Wait while I go and find the biggest fucking branch I can find, set it on fire and stick it up your fucking ass, you asshole! Don't tell me I'm making a fucking scene, you dickhead."

He stared. What else could he say? Without another word I turned back and continued my way back up the stairs. I could hear him calling my name in my wake, but I couldn't care less.

How could he do that? How could he lie to me?

A beating on my window broke me out of my reverie but I couldn't find it within myself to care. That was until the drumming grew louder . . . and louder . . . and louder. I growled in frustration and heaved myself off my bed. Drawing back the curtains, my fury grew even more.

I shoved open the window, glaring dangerously at the hot Russian who clung to the ledge.

"I'm sorry, are you deaf? Because you sure as hell never gave me any indication of it, but then again, you never seemed to really give me any indication of anything, you stupid son of a bitch."

"What was I meant to do?" his voice reached me, surprising laced with anger and frustration of his own. I looked at him incredulously.

"Seriously? What could you do? You could have told me! Hell, you should have told me. Now it's too late. Too. Fucking. Late."

"Roza, I-"

"Was it fake, Dimitri? All your hugs? All your kisses? All the words you whispered to me?"

"No!" he roared. Anger was beginning to rapidly kindle in his eyes. "No, they weren't fake."

"What about when you slept with me? Was that another lie too? Or when you slid your fingers along my skin? Was that you lying? Or how about when you told you loved me? Everyone of those moments when you told me, were they just lies passing through your lips?"

Almost with blinding speed, Dimitri flung himself over the window sill so that he now stood beside me in my bedroom. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. Not hard, but not softly either. The rage in his eyes had become obvious.

"What is wrong with you, Rose?" he growled. At this point, I kind of wished he'd yell at me instead. There were three things I'd realised about Dimitri. The first was that Dimitri rarely yelled. He almost never got angry at all. His self-control was just that good. The second was that there was more to be worried about when Dimitri was growling then there was when he was yelling. The third was that Dimitri became incredibly sexy when he did get angry. And that third point, was rapidly beginning to remind my brain, body and soul how he affected me.

He needed to get out of here . . . and soon.

"Rose, are you listening? Why would I lie to you? I love you!"

"Well that 'love' hasn't stopped you before! If you'd told me, we could have done something about it! We could have, I don't know, run away or convinced my father or something!"

"It wasn't my place to tell you that."

"It wasn't your place to withhold it from me, either," I threw my hands up frustrated. "You know what, Dimitri? Get out. Get the hell out of here and stay the hell away from me. My father wants me to marry Ivashkov? Fine. I'd rather have an honest husband that a lying piece of piss!"

He looked at me confused. "Piss?"

"Yeah, piss! The body doesn't want or need it so it throws it out. Just like you. I don't need or want you, so get the hell out of here!"

Dimitri's arm lashed forward at me and for a second I thought he went to strike me. But he didn't. His hand encircled my wrist tightly and he wrenched my forward, slamming his lips against mine.

I struggled to get away but his lips stayed firmly pressed against mine. Passion, frustration, anger and love transferred through the kiss but before I could respond he pulled back. He licked his bottom lip and watched me with so much intensity.

"I never lied to you, Rose. Everything I said, I meant. I didn't tell you everything I knew and honestly? I didn't want to. Things wouldn't be the same. Maybe you would have liked him. Maybe you would have tried to like him, for your father's sake. I wanted to hold onto you for as long as I could. Was that so wrong? To want you for myself?" his voiced lowered a bit. "I love you, but maybe holding onto you was wrong. Maybe you were never mine to hold onto too."

With amazing swiftness and grace he slid back over to the window and clambered out off it. I stood where he'd left me.

"Maybe you were never mine to hold onto."

Maybe he was right.


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