The Return of Dimitri

RPOV

As soon as everyone realised what I had done and what I was hoping to do, we bought the Moroi into the room where Dimitri was tied up.

The next thing of persuading Robert to actually tell us how to get a Strigoi back to Dhampir was a little bit more difficult.

After much negotiation I managed to make a break through, after Robert was sure he wasn't harming another spirit user. Although he didn't seem that convinced, he seemed happier after I told him of Mark and Oksana's healing between them.

"First things first he needs his blood draining, when I did this last time I was so hungry I couldn't stop, luckily for me though it didn't turn me Strigoi. Anyone feeling thirsty then?" He inquired towards the Moroi in the room.

They looked between themselves looking unsure. After a minute Tasha gave a nod and said, "I'll do it".

Christian followed his aunty with a, "me too".

Adrian protested saying he'd do it, but Robert soon put a stop to that, as he said, "You need to concentrate on finding his soul not lunch".

"I'm supposed to find his soul? How do I do that?" he asked, clearly alarmed that he had someone's life in his hands.

"Well I can see ghosts much like shadow kissed people can. The ghosts are the souls of people that haven't yet found peace, including that of a Strigoi. As I take it that you can't see ghosts, you will have to reach out with your mind and through me transport his soul here", Robert explained.

Putting it like that made it sound so simple, yet when Adrian tried to connect his mind to Robert he struggled and kept complaining about some kind of barrier. He could access peoples mind fairly easily lately as he had been having a go at planting pictures into people's minds during his spirit practice sessions with Lissa. After Robert had put down his mental shield it became a lot easier.

Tasha and Christian the so called 'most-likely-to-turn-Strigoi', soon drained Dimitri leaving him all floppy. It was just as well they hadn't had the chance to feed earlier that day.

It was strange that Strigoi blood wouldn't harm them, unless they were drained, yet Strigoi had Strigoi blood as well as whatever they had been feeding on, Moroi, Dhampir or human.

For this to work Dimitri needed to be given Dhampir blood, enough for him to survive, but not enough to kill the person giving it him. Although there were four Dhampir in the room, I felt it was partly my plan so I needed to take responsibility. Besides which no one else was volunteering.

Adrian made wholes in my neck so the blood would fall freely into Dimitri, as I sat on him and fed him he started waking him up from unconsciousness, which didn't seem to bother him. He seemed unaware of everything bar the blood in my veins. To begin with this was fine, but I soon realised he was sucking the life out of me.

What's going on? Lissa's voice asked me through the bond. Although she couldn't see into my head, she must have sensed my weakened state none the less.

Help…Adrian, I told her before I faded into blackness from the blood loss.

I woke up to see a white ceiling, the tell tail sign of a hospital. Although the last time I had been hurt I had gone to the school clinic, not a hospital.

"Rose", a whisper came from my side. Turning I saw Lissa sitting in the chair next to me, looking at me with concern.

"Lissa, thank you so much", I was so grateful that she had obviously managed to help out and had managed to save me.

Realisation dawned on me, why wasn't Dimitri by my side, not Lissa. Not that I wasn't glad to see Lissa, I just wanted to be sure Dimitri was alright.

"Where's Dimitri?" I choked.

"I thought you'd ask that. Well I'm afraid to tell you, he's in the waiting room feeling guilty about what happened".

I couldn't just sit there waiting for him to come and see me, so I hopped out of the bed and practically ran to the waiting room.

In the corner of the room Dimitri sat on the floor, his knees up, with his head in his hands.

Unfortunately I managed to trip on a magazine, as I made my way across the waiting room, tripping me over; I hadn't got quick enough reflexes after all the blood transfusions. Luckily for me I managed to avoid going face first into the floor, when a pair of strong arms caught me and pulled me into a muscular chest.

A chest I happened to be to be familiar with and smelled of the same wonderful aftershave mixed in with pure Dimitri. There was nothing else like it; I was back home where I belonged.

THE END