QUICKY A/N: HOW SHOULD THE ADRIAN/DIMITRI FIGHT GO DOWN? SUGGESTIONS? THIS IS CH. 10, AND I'LL START IT SOON. THNKS. ~SMITHY

DPOV

I had left Roza's apartment the moment I read the note. I drove all the way to my apartment. Walking as quickly as I could, I went into my bedroom and knelt beside my bed. Putting my arm under my bed, I felt the cold, hard metal. I grabbed it - it was a suitcase - and sighed.

I told myself I'd never use this again. I opened the suitcase, and stared into it. There were pistols, bullets, and knives. The weapons I had given up using ten years ago. When I re-started my life. I grabbed a pistol and loaded it with bullets, and grabbed a knife, and hid it in my left shoe. I grabbed my duster - I could've cared less if it was sunny today - and placed the pistol in the inner pocket. Closing the suitcase, I ran out of my apartment.

Hold on, Roza, I'll find you.

RPOV

I was numb. Emotionally, mentally, and I think physically. I don't know. After countless hours of Adrian torturing me, I didn't know what to think any more. My body was sore, I was bloodied and bruised. At least I think I was. All I knew was that Dimitri wasn't coming; if he hadn't come by now, why should I expect him to come at this moment. Adrian had been upstairs - I am locked in a basement - for the past half hour, and the darkness seemed to be my comfort. I couldn't see anything, and it scared me somewhat, but I found it comforting.

Hopefully Adrian'll just end this. I felt my eyes beginning to sting, and felt tears roll down my cheeks. I was still bound, and Adrian had gagged me again. My chest had a terribly aching feeling; and breathing became difficult.

Ever since I dumped Adrian, I've struggled to get back to normal. I had to go through therapy because I would have nightmares; sometimes I'd have mental break-downs that were so severe, Lissa would have to call 911. She was afraid I'd do something to myself or something would happen to me. That happened during the first few months, the breakdowns weren't so severe after that. And as for the nightmares, they'll pop up every now and again. But after this experience, I'll never be able to live it down. It'll haunt me forever. Soon the tears became uncontrollable. All these memories - memories of when Adrian and I were dating - came into my head. The memories I've blocked out for so many years.

!*~FLAHBACK~*!

I had just returned to Adrian's place after spending the entire day with Lissa. We did some shopping, so I had a lot on my hands. I unlocked the door and struggled a little to open it. When I did manage to open it, I went into the bedroom and placed my bags on the bed.

"What's in the bags?" I jumped, and turned around to see Adrian's scowling face. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room, and I crinkled my nose in disgust.

"Just clothes," I said. "Adrian, you shouldn't be drinking so much. The same goes for smoking. You'll get yourself killed." And in speed I couldn't have imagined possible, Adrian was in front of me, his emerald eyes blazing. He raised a fist and connected it with my face. I fell back, hitting my head hard against the floor. Everything went black.

The day Adrian first hit me.

!(^.^)!

I was about ready to go to work, school had just ended and my uniform is at Adrian's place, so I was in our bathroom, and just finished putting my uniform on. I left the bathroom, and when I was about to leave, Adrian burst in. Once again, heavily intoxicated. He saw me, and stumbled towards me. The smell of his alcohol making my stomach lurch.

"Where do you think you're going?" he slurred.

A weird feeling came over me. "To work," I said.

Adrian looked at me funny. "The only thing you need to work on is making me a sandwich. Now go in the kitchen and make me one."

"No," I said. "I have to go to work."

I shouldn't have said that, because before I knew it, Adrian was on top of me, straddling me, and slapped me across the face.

"I SAID MAKE ME A SANDWICH!" he bellowed. He got off me, grabbed a handful of my hair, and yanked me upwards. He shoved me towards the kitchen. "Useless whore." he mumbled.

I turned back at him. "I'm not a whore," I said. "You've got two legs and a heartbeat, make yourself your own damn sandwich." Adrian snapped back at me, grabbing me by the throat, and slamming me against the nearest wall.

"You will listen to me, bitch," he growled. The alcohol in his breath made bile come up. "When I say I want something, you'll give it to me. Understand?" His hand tightened around me throat.

"No," I said defiantly.

His hand tightened even more, black spots dotted my vision.

Blackness.

I woke up in the hospital the next day.

The day Adrian almost killed me.

!*~END OF FLASHBACK~*!

Adrian's stronger than me. He faster than me. What can I do? Nothing. Dimitri won't save me, I'm going to die. He made a good choice, by not coming. Who would want to save someone as useless as me? Someone who always needed to be rescued? It's a waste of time. It's pathetic.

I'm pathetic.

DPOV

I was in my car, driving. I all ready knew where Roza was being held. To be honest, it's not difficult to figure it out. Ivashkovs have money, so they own a lot of things in a lot of places; but they still manage to have hundreds of millions of dollars. And I remember something, when I first came to America. I remembered when I was just looking around the city, trying to get used to it, I saw a mansion. Just a couple miles south, it took me a second to realize that it was an Ivashkov estate.

And that's where I'm headed right now. To save my Roza. And to - as much as it pains me - kill the monster who took her.

I sped down the road, horns honking at me, people giving me the finger. But I ignored them. I could've cared less if they were pissed at me or not. When I was about a mile from the Ivashkov estate, I parked my car in a nearby market. There was something telling me that I was being expected, I couldn't be noticed that easily by them.

I sprinted the rest of the way. Panting and sweating by the time I reached the estate's large iron gate. In order to unlock the gate, I'd have to enter a security code; my trainings, from when I was younger, came back to me. I was taught how to crash security systems. And I did just that. I quietly opened the iron gate, and walked as quickly as possible to the front door.

This is it.

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

This is for you, Roza.

Opening my eyes, I backed up a bit, and kicked the door in. I grabbed my pistol from the inside pocket of my duster.

"Well this is unexpected," his voice called. I spun around, my pistol aimed at him. Ivashkov held a bottle of vodka in his hand, smiling. "I had just lost hope on you showing up. But I'd say for your little whore, well, she's too far gone to even think you'd show up."

Anger exploded in me.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"