Dimitri stared up at me for a moment, almost like he was looking for something but Vivienne quickly stole his attention by jumping up from her seat.

She grabbed my arm and turned to him, her big brown eyes a mirror image of his own. "Daddy, there's not much light left. Let's go." She gave him a big smile and he stood from his chair, grabbing a long coat as he did so.

He pulled the coat on and I quickly recognized the coat as a duster, like several of the old cowboys in movies used to wear. He seemed to have quite a fascination for the old west and I made a mental note that before I killed him, I'd have to ask him about that.

"Alright, Viv." We walked out and I was thankful to be leaving the watching eyes but I could still feel them as if they were burning into my back.

I walked quietly as Dimitri and Vivienne pointed out different places and I only listened halfheartedly as my mind wandered back to when I'd woken up before I'd come to meet them. Robert's words echoed in my head at the urgency to have Dimitri six feet under and the threat that if I didn't do it then I would be joining him soon.

I watched as Vivienne walked down the street, chatting so excitedly and happy. Her mother had only recently passed but she seemed to be able to keep her emotions in check. I knew it was a lie, because though I never acted happy, I didn't cry constantly but I trained to keep my mind occupied after losing my father.

I wondered if she kept a brave face for her father. I could see the dark circles under his observant eyes and wondered if he stayed up because of dreams of his wife or if he cried himself to sleep. I shook my head and ignored these thoughts. Not a damn bit of this was important to me.

I saw Viv grab Dimitri's hand and he twirled her around once, causing her to giggle. I looked down away from this moment but I knew I'd never be able to erase it. I'd see this moment before I shot him and I just hoped that the people who took her in treated her half as well as he did.

My own father and I had never had such a moment of us dancing but our memories of watching movies together, eating pizza, and falling asleep on the couch meant more to me than any other memory I had.

Dimitri looked at me puzzled for a moment and I shook my head. "Come again?" I asked and Vivienne laughed.

"Are you hungry? We've been walking for about two hours." He said and when I looked around I noticed that it was dark except for the many city lights as well as the light from the vehicles.

I nodded and Vivienne ran ahead of us just a bit and Dimitri seemed to have to fight the urge to break off into a sprint after her. "Vivienne, stay close."

She screamed then, but not of fear. It was a scream of joy and excitement as she ran full speed ahead through the street, earning a few curious looks from strangers. This time Dimitri did take off after her and I followed moments later. My eyes scanned everything that held a possible threat and saw nothing that stood out, I assumed there was no real danger and slowed down my pace.

I saw Vivienne in a man's arms who couldn't have been any older than I was, with black hair, and blue eyes, his skin was a very pale color, and he wore a smirk with his jeans and shirt. Dimitri gave a sigh of relief as he saw what I did and walked over to them.

"Vivienne, how many times have I told you not to run off like that?" his voice was firm but it was plain to hear the worry in his tone.

She laughed and hugged the man tighter. "Relax, Dimitri. She takes after you in brains. She knows not to run off in a hell hole like this."

I looked to Dimitri, who gave the man a look of disapproval but a smile as well. "I know but I'd at least like her to warn me."

"You're detective skills suck man." He put Vivienne back on her feet and she walked over and reached her arms up. Dimitri immediately leaned down and picked her up. She was too old to be carried like that but Dimitri didn't seem to care.

Vivienne gave me a smile and pulled on Dimitri's hair lightly and when he turned to her, she looked back at me. He looked back and I felt uncomfortable as all eyes were on me. Dimitri gave me an apologetic look and turned to the man.

"Christian, this is Rose Hathaway. She's a friend of Viv's." I ignored that specification. "Rose, this is a close friend of the family."

"Christian Ozera. Nice to meet you." He held out a hand and I shook his hand firmly before pulling away.

"Like wise." We stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before Vivienne broke it.

"We're going to get dinner. Are you hungry, Uncle Christian?" this earned a chuckle from both of the men.

"If your dad's paying, absolutely." Dimitri rolled his eyes. It was the first time I'd seen him let his guard up even when I was watching him from the building across from his apartment. His expression always seemed to be… cautious.

Vivienne hopped down from Dimitri's arms and she took my hand, dragging me with her. We came to a rather expensive looking restaurant and I followed the three of them wordlessly as we entered.

A woman smiled at the two men flirtatiously and led us to our table. She gave the two men and Vivienne their menus and walked away quickly.

Vivienne propped hers up so I could see it but I shook my head. Her face fell a bit and I gave her a half smile. She went back to looking at her menu but kept looking back at me. I hadn't had an appetite to start with. I'd been eating more than I was used to and didn't think I'd want anything on top of the ice cream Lissa and I had eaten earlier.

They ordered a simple meal and drinks and Vivienne ordered and extra water with a lemon and I gave her a look. "It's good." She said and I laughed. Dimitri looked from his conversation with Christian and gave me a questioning look.

"Are you sure you're not hungry? Don't worry about the cost." He said reassuringly and I just shook my head.

"I ate before I headed out to meet you. Thank you though." He stared at me for a moment before his phone that he'd laid on the table began to buzz. He looked down with a questioning look on his face and the kicked Christian.

Christian acted like nothing happened except for the tightening of his eyes. A person who hadn't been trained to notice everything wouldn't have noticed the exchange and so I acted as such.

The waitress appeared a minute later with our drinks in hand and when she leaned down to give me mine, she revealed as much cleavage as possible without any additional help. I laughed as Dimitri and Christian seemed to be completely oblivious and continued talking about… whatever the hell they'd been discussing.

I took a sip of the lemon with water and was surprised to see that Vivienne had been right. It was one of the best drinks I'd had in a long time.

"What did I tell you?" she joked and I laughed lightly. It was strange to my own ears but she smiled at me approvingly.

"I'll be sure to take your advice next time it comes to meals." Dimitri let out a soft laugh and gave his little girl a smile.

"She gets that from her mother." He and Viv seemed far away for a moment and seemed to be lost in a different time. I studied their expressions for a moment and saw a look in Dimitri's eyes as my father once had when he mentioned my mother. It was the only time I could remember that he'd mentioned her but I'd never cared to know her, so she wasn't discussed often.

"Are we going to eat while it's hot or have they changed tradition to eating steak cold?" Christian asked and began to dig into his food.

Dimitri laughed and Vivienne pushed her mashed potatoes towards me. "I don't like them." I smiled and took the extra fork and began to eat a bit.

"So Rose, what do you do for a living?" Christian asked and I bit the end of my straw. Kill whoever my boss tells me to so I can kill the bastard that killed my father. That was the immediate thought that came to my mind but my lips never moved to answer.

I thought for a moment before taking the straw out of my mouth. "Not really working at the moment. We got the apartment from a friend who lives down here."

"We?" he asked and I nodded once.

"Lissa and I have been friends for… a very long time." to say the least. The more years you spent in the organization the older you felt. It seemed like your age plus the amount of years you'd been there were two different numbers.

"Will I get to meet her?" Vivienne asked with a smile. Dimitri gave her a disapproving look and I shook my head.

"I'm not sure. She's gone a lot and she's kind of shy." Not entirely a lie. Shooting people in the head? No problem. Having a conversation with someone who you could continue talking to? Not likely.

A few hours later, I was walking home alone despite Dimitri's offer to walk with me. He'd been concerned with my safety and I couldn't help but think of how ironic it was. I wondered how much hate I'd seen in his eyes before I pulled the trigger to end his life. After I'd convinced him I'd be ok, he and Vivienne had walked off with Christian, laughing as they went. It was obvious that Christian was very close to both of them.

I felt sick. Watching Vivienne and Dimitri this evening had been difficult to watch. She'd be lost when he was gone and I knew that no one could take his place. She'd wonder why both of her parents had been taken from her at such a young age and so quickly going after the other.

Dimitri's days were numbered even fewer now... because I'd found a potential home for Vivienne.