CHAPTER TEN – Redemtion?
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Rose and I stood in our places for a moment, relishing in the fact that we were still alive, albeit completely and utterly messed up. I turned to Rose, needing to thank her for her help. Once again, this amazing woman had pulled me out of that dangerous place that scared me. She was always there, ready to lend a shoulder to lean on since day one. And now, I realized I had never spoken my appreciation for her. I knew, though, deep down inside, why I had never thanked her. If I did, it would only be sending the wrong message. Rose needed to realise that I couldn't be with her, or anyone else for that matter. I knew it was cowardly, but I didn't want to ignite new hope within her. Rose had enough troubles to contend herself with. I didn't need to add to those. Regardless, though, after tonight, there was a need to thank her. I had finally begun to feel some amount of redemption, however small, and it was all thanks to Rose.
"Rose, I . . ." I trailed off, unsure of how to proceed. It was a foreign thing for me, not being able to voice what I wanted to say.
"Shh," Rose hushed me, bringing a finger to my lips to quiet me. "You don't need to say anything. I already know." She gave me a small, half-smile. I tugged her hand down from my face, allowing my fingers to brush against her warm skin.
"But I need to say it, Rose. You saved me back there. I was on the cusp, once again, of becoming the monster I so loath. You brought be back from that. If you weren't there . . ." I shuddered involuntarily, fighting the shaking in my knees that was attempting to bring me to the bloodied ground. I took a deep breath and continued; "If you weren't there, I can't even begin to imagine the mess I would have been in. You saved me, Roza." Steeling myself, I extended my hand to lightly graze against her cheek, trying to ignore that spark that jolted through me upon the contact. "You were amazing out there, you know. I have never seen you fight so well." I spoke tenderly.
"Well, I had a good teacher," Rose said rather gruffly with a smile.
"Rose! Dimitri?" Sydney's voice sounded from around the corner. For a moment, I had all but forgotten the Alchemist was even here. I mentally reprimanded myself. There was no excuse when it came to protecting others. Sydney should have been both of our concern as soon as the last Strigoi fell. For all we knew, there could have been someone waiting for Sydney. She could have been dead.
Upon hearing Sydney's approaching footsteps, I dropped my hand from Rose's face and we drew apart, allowing for a normal distance between us. Immediately, I missed the contact with her warm, familiar skin.
"We're just here, Sydney," Rose called, her voice slightly hoarse. "It's all over, and we're fine." Sydney rounded the corner then and a look of shock fell over her face.
"You guys are . . . well, you're both a mess." She looked a little pale as she looked us each over in turn. "I'll um, get rid of those, shall I?" she gestured to the dead Strigoi bodies laying a few feet from where Rose and I stood.
Rose and I stood back as Sydney busied herself with incinerating the dead bodies. I wrinkled my nose as the bodies sizzled and the smoke curled up from them. I swallowed the lump of disgust that had formed in my throat.
When Sydney was done, Rose made to move toward her. Sydney took a step back, her face green.
"Are you okay?" Rose asked her gently, not advancing any further.
"I – yeah I'm fine," she said, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "You on the other hand, are not. You really need to get changed." She attempted a small smile. "And you, too." She said in my direction.
Without another word, we all made our way back to the SUV. "I really hope you guys don't stain the car," Sydney said with a small smile tugging at her lips.
After depositing our jackets in the back of the car, we were back on the road, although we had no real destination in mind for the moment.
Rose turned in her seat to look at me. "Are we going to Paris?"
"Paris?" Sydney's voice sounded genuinely startled. Images of the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe were probably flashing through her mind now.
"Paris, Kentucky," I muttered to reassure Sydney that we would not have to leave the country and go gallivanting around France. To Rose, I said; "Not yet. We should wait until daytime. We had to go for Donovan now, but if Sonya's got a house, she's probably there all the time," I allowed my head to slump back against the headrest. I was exhausted and overly in need of sleep. "Safer for us in the daytime." I murmured sleepily. "Just find a hotel to stay at for now."
Sydney and Rose spoke quietly for a moment, but I tuned them out, focusing instead on my breathing. It was one of the few things that relaxed my entire body and it had also helped me fall asleep when I was on guardian duty. Guardians sometimes had to go long periods without sleeping, which meant that you had to be able to sleep whenever you were given the opportunity. Focusing on breathing had been the only thing that I found worked.
"Dimitri," the sound of my name falling from Rose's lips made me open my eyes suddenly. I felt tired and sluggish. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. "We're here," she murmured, knowing I had been sleeping. I sighed and stretched out my arms and legs, feeling a little of the pent up tension evaporate, but I was by no means completely relaxed.
After checking into the hotel, which was much nicer than the one in Virginia, we all retired to our double room. No one said anything about the fact that we were sharing. After a night like tonight, we were best off staying together.
"Shower. Now." Rose said, pushing me lightly toward the bathroom. I was too tired to protest or insist that she shower first, so I complied.
The bathroom was stark and white, with towels lining the wall. I turned on the water and began to peel off my ruined clothes. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Cuts littered my arms and neck and I had a small gash above my eye that was still slowly oozing blood. I studied my reflection for a moment. My face looked gaunt and pale. Too pale. It reminded me shockingly of the paleness of a Strigoi's skin. I shuddered and turned away.
The scalding hot water of the shower washed away all the dirt and blood from my skin. It also helped to relax my tightened muscles in my back and neck particularly. I hadn't realized until then that I had a pulsing headache. I put it down to the cut and bump to my head.
I left the bathroom, dressed in fresh shorts and a clean t-shirt. I felt much better than I had twenty minutes previous. It was amazing what a shower could do for your wellbeing.
After I shooed Rose into the bathroom to shower, I grudgingly allowed Sydney to clean up my severed skin.
"You alright?" she asked as she dabbed disinfectant over the gash on my head. I didn't flinch at the stinging sensation it produced. I had shown enough weakness tonight for the rest of my life. Sydney didn't need to see me like that. Again.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?" Sydney just nodded in response and continued to bandage up all my more serious cuts. I didn't even know how I had gotten them. When she finished with me, Sydney moved onto a freshly showered Rose.
When Sydney deemed us presentable once more, she produced her laptop from her bag and searched for a map of Paris, Kentucky. Rose and I sat beside her at the small table in our room, peering at the screen.
"Do you think that's it?" Rose asked, pointing a jagged nail at a small blue mark on the map that told us it was called APPLEWOOD POND.
"Maybe. Ah, there's another pond. That could be a suspect too or – oh! Right here?" Rose's eyes were alight with excitement as she pointed to another, much larger body of water called MARTIN LAKE.
I nodded and yawned. I blinked a couple of times, trying to fight off the impending fatigue. "That looks like the most likely option. If not, I don't think it will take long to drive around the other ones." I ventured, yawning yet again.
A few words were exchanged, but eventually, we all agreed, Sydney included, that we would rest up and then head for Kentucky tomorrow.
"Bed, Roza," I said quietly while Sydney slipped into the bathroom to wash up before bed. "You need to rest now." Rose was curled up in a loveseat beside the window, and she gazed out into the starlit sky.
"It's a beautiful night," she said, gesturing to the sky. I agreed with her. The stars shone brightly and the moon was full, casting a soft glow across our room.
"It is," I murmured in response. "Come on, Rose. We all need to sleep. We'll leave around noon tomorrow." Slowly she stood and stretched out her limbs.
Brushing my shoulder lightly with her hand, as she walked past, Rose whispered; "Goodnight, comrade." I stood frozen for a moment, remembering the warmth her touch spread throughout my body. Her use of my old nickname sparked a sense of longing – longing for my old life.
"Night, Roza." I murmured as I slid into the other bed. Sydney came out of the bathroom a moment later and quietly got into bed beside Rose.
I lay on my side, back to the girls, and stared out at the night sky. A million thoughts raced through my head, and I couldn't quiet them to allow myself to sleep. Sighing, I turned over and lay my head down again. Rose was facing my bed, her eyes shut and her breathing even. She was asleep. So beautiful, my subconscious whispered as I watched her sleep.
Eventually, I succumbed to exhaustion and the darkness pulled me under.
Nightmares plagued my sleep once again, never failing to emit that frightened, vulnerable feeling within me. However this nightmare was a new one. And very, very real. A memory.
We were almost out of the cave, I could taste the freedom and safety of the light outside. I few more feet, and we would all be safe.
Rose was just ahead of me and I yearned to reach out and grab her, rush her to safety. I was terrified. If something happened to her because of all this . . . I swallowed back my fear and concentrated on the task at hand.
It all happened so quickly. We were oh so close to the exit, to freedom, when three Strigoi appeared from nowhere, charging at us. I readied myself for the attack.
I saw one Strigoi lunge at Celeste. Grabbing her by the waist, he leaned in and sunk his teeth into her exposed neck. I bit back the bile threatening to rise in my throat, watching helplessly as the life was sucked from one of my colleagues. The other captured someone I couldn't see. Please, don't be Rose! My subconscious begged.
What I wasn't prepared for was the cold, hard hands that wrapped around my neck. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I panicked, frozen with fear. No, no. Fight, Belikov. Fight.
Basic survival instincts kicked in and, agonisingly slowly, I forced my body to move. But the Strigoi already had the element of surprise over me. I had hesitated. Damn it, I had hesitated!
His strong, lifeless hands pulled me forcefully to the ground, but I wasn't going down without a fight. We grappled for what seemed like an eternity, neither of us gaining on the other. This Strigoi was young and obviously a Moroi before he had been turned. I had the advantage of skill, but he had inhuman strength and incredible speed that I couldn't match. Slowly, my efforts began to wane as the blonde Strigoi took the upper hand, forcing my head to the side. I was losing.
In that moment, I knew it was all over. I was going to die on the cold hard floor of this cave and there was nothing to be done about it. I felt my heart ache. Just hours ago, I had been blissfully happy, wrapped in Roza's arms, letting my love for her consume every fibre of my being. And now, after it seemed like we had everything figured out, our futures planned out together, it was being ripped cruelly from me. I was never going to have that fairy tale ending with my true love – with the only girl I had ever exposed myself to so wholly.
As the Strigoi leaned toward me, fangs bared near my neck, my eyes met Roza's fearful ones. I wanted, more than anything, to be able to reach out to her, stroke her soft cheek and tell her everything was going to be okay. But that was a lie. Nothing would be okay now. In that one look, a thousand words were conveyed between us. Love. It was oh so strong, consuming. I love you, Roza. I wanted to say the words, but I couldn't. They wouldn't come out. But she knew. I could see it in her bottomless brown eyes. The eyes I loved so much. And I knew in that moment, that Rose loved me more than anything in the world. She was mine and I was hers. Run, Roza. Run and don't look back. It was almost a pleading in my mind.
And his sharp fangs sunk into my flesh. I gasped in pain, but ever so slowly, that pain turned into one of pure pleasure.
Chaos was still raging around us. Through the haze of endorphins, I saw Rose hesitate, wanting to run back to me, but Stan grabbed her by the arm and yelled something to her. Run, Rose. Do not hesitate.
Eventually, with one last glance at me tears falling like diamonds down her cheeks, Rose turned and ran, taking my heart with her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. The blood was slowly being drained from me and everything grew foggy, like I could no longer focus. The endorphins were like nothing I had ever felt before, but eventually I felt myself grow weaker and weaker with every ounce of blood that left my dying body. The Strigoi was going to drain me completely.
With one final suck at my neck, I felt the looming darkness close over me, and I felt nothing.
I woke, gasping for breath. Something warm and wet was trickling down my cheek, and I quickly brushed the tears away. My heart was aching with a pain that was crippling. My breath came in short gasps that were too loud and not filling my lungs with the air they needed.
I sat up and drew my knees up to my chest to rest my head between them, trying to quiet my breathing. I didn't need Rose and Sydney knowing about my moments of weakness. I hadn't felt this much pain in so long. The nightmare had brought back all those memories with Rose and it was like a tidal wave crashing over me. There was something there – a reason behind why it hurt so much to remember those moments spent with Rose – the times filled with sweet kisses and tender touches. It made my heart constrict painfully in my chest.
Ever so slowly, my breathing returned to normal and my heart beat at a regular pace. But it didn't make the aching in my chest dissipate. What was going on with me? Were all these emotions all over my lost life? Because of the life I knew I could no longer have? Confusion swept over me as I contemplated my feelings. Was it possible that something in me was slowly changing? I didn't know. And that just caused further frustration.
I sighed and lay back down, casting my eyes over the clock. It was 7am. I still had hours to sleep as we wouldn't be leaving until lunch time.
I looked to the other bed. Rose was still curled up facing me, her face relaxed and peaceful. There were no horrors intruding on her sleep tonight. Something I was grateful for. I never wanted her to experience the night terrors that I did. I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy. It was just too painful, too real.
I closed my eyes, and instead of concentrating on my own breathing, I took solace in Rose's steady breathing. Once again, the fatigue and the lure of darkness claimed me once again. This time, there were no nightmares - just the blackness of sleep . . .
I awoke a few hours later to bright sunlight filtering in through the window. The alarm clock on the table between the two beds read 10am. Rose and Sydney were still curled up, fast asleep. Both looked peaceful for once. I couldn't bear to wake them up now. Not yet, anyway.
Instead, I slid out of bed and busied myself – as quietly as possible – with getting all out meagre belongings packed away and ready for when the girls' woke up.
"Coffee," I muttered to myself. "I need coffee." In spite of my need for caffeine, there was no way I was going to leave Sydney and Rose undefended while they slept. With the way our luck had gone lately, I wouldn't be ten feet away from the hotel before they were attacked. No, I was not going to leave.
Eventually, the clock struck 11am and the alarm blared, jerking Sydney and Rose from their deep slumber. As per usual, Rose was grouchy and sluggish with the wakeup call. Sydney, who was usually ready for anything groaned and rolled out of bed in an uncharacteristic way.
Assured that they were both awake and getting ready, I left Rose in charge of defence and set off in search of caffeinated drinks and donuts.
As I ventured back to the hotel from the bakery down the street the sign across the road caught my eye. A hardware store. I'd been pondering how best to subdue Sonya when we found her, and now I had an idea. I cut across the street and entered the store.
When I returned with the coffee and donuts, Rose and Sydney were ready and waiting for me. A look of relief washed over Rose's face when she saw me. She was worried about you, my subconscious whispered. I repressed the words.
"A chain?" Rose asked taking the box of glazed donuts from my hands.
"For when we find Sonya." I said grimly.
"So," Rose began once we were on the road and heading to Kentucky. "Victor Dashkov might be joining us soon."
Sydney's gasp filled the car and I blinked in surprise at hearing the criminal's name. Why on Earth . . . "Why is Victor Dashkov joining us?" I asked slowly.
"Well, it's kind of a long story," Rose said with an uneasy laugh.
"We have time," Sydney said bleakly.
"Okay, I guess it all started with Robert Doru – Victor's half brother. He's a Spirit user. It was from him that we learnt how to restore a Strigoi. But of course, before that, we had to um, see Victor. And the only way that was going to happen was if he was out of prison," Rose paused for a moment to let her words register with us. Sydney had mentioned on our first night with her that there had been a prison break but I had never really given it much thought. Slowly the pieces began falling into place as she spoke and I almost groaned aloud. Rose had taken the last Dragomir princess to Tarasov prison and broken out the very man who had tortured Lissa. Only Rose-logic would lead her to do something so idiotic.
A few hours later – after I had conveyed to Rose that I was not happy with her over this Dashkov thing – we entered Paris, Kentucky. It was beautiful. Stunning green pastures and turquoise blue lakes and ponds dotted the area. Where in the alley way, I had only been able to identify Rose's hair as being beautiful, here, there was an overwhelming sense of beauty. The sun shone overhead and warmed my skin through the car window. I relished in the warmth. The sun let me know I truly was alive.
Eventually, we spotted Martin Lake. "Stop here, Sydney." I said once we were a little ways away from the only blue house in sight. I didn't want to go too close to Sonya's house for fear that she would hear the car's approach. We needed all the surprise we could get over her.
As we drew closer to the blue house, we could see the hundreds of brilliant flowers in all different shades of bright colours.
"This is her home," Rose said quietly, also studying the array of flowers and pot plants.
Leaving Sydney and Rose where they were, I stepped closer to the front porch, taking in every detail of the entry way. Heavy curtains hung around the windows. I knew those curtains well. They were black-out curtains, designed to keep all light out.
"What are you doing? She might see you," Rose hissed behind me. I drew back and rejoined her and Sydney – who was looking a little pale. I realised just how frightening this must be for her. We were about to put her in front of a murderous Strigoi once again. Would there ever be a time when we weren't throwing Sydney in harm's way? I felt my sympathy for her grow. She was strong for an Alchemist, no doubt, but even she had her limits on how may Strigoi she could face in less than twenty-four hours. Well, I would do anything I could to make sure she was safe – or as safe as anyone could be when face with the evil creatures of the night.
"Those are black-out curtains," I told Rose, who was still eyeing the windows warily. "They aren't letting in any light, so she isn't going to see anything. It also means she likely spends her time on the house's main floor, rather than a basement." That's what I would have done anyway. It was the most logical strategy.
"That's good news for us. The more doors and windows there are, the better off we are." I nodded in approval at her assessment of the situation. It was almost, almost like we were back at school and I had given her a situation which she had to figure out how best to deal with.
"I'll scout the other side," I said, heading around the other side of the house. Rose caught my arm and held me back.
"Let me. I'll sense any Strigoi – not that she's going outside, but, well, just in case."
I frowned, hesitating. Obviously, Rose was the logical choice. She would be alerted to any nearing Strigoi before I would, but, I still felt wary about sending her into possible danger. I looked into her eyes and saw a brief flare of irritation. She thought I was hesitating because I worried she couldn't handle herself.
I sighed, relenting. "Okay. Be careful." I said gently, letting her know that I didn't doubt her ability for one second. I had seen her fight and kill Strigoi. Rose was more than capable of defending herself.
Sydney and I waited in silence by the car while Rose took off stealthily around the house. My heart pounded and I knew I wouldn't be at ease until she was safely back by my side.
I let out a breath of relief when I saw Rose jog back around the house and toward us. "A patio door and two windows. All curtained. There's also a wooden desk chair, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow." I felt pride rise in me. She had learnt all this from me – what to look for when you were in danger and only had common objects around. Rose had remembered everything I said. I wanted to reach out and draw her into my arms, feel her warmth and strength. But now was not the time – no, it was never going to happen. Not now. Not ever. Adrian, think of Adrian. He loves her so much. I banished all my rampant thoughts and focussed back on the task we were about to undertake. I couldn't lose my focus now. Not again. The last time I got lost in my thoughts . . . well, things had ended badly. For me.
"Any pitchforks?" I asked, hopefully. A pitchfork would be ideal for destruction.
"Unfortunately, no, but there's a big-ass rock sitting outside the fence. It'd be hard to get into the yard, though. We're better off using it to help us climb over. No gate in the fence. She's made a fortress."
I sighed and gave her a nod to convey that I understood what she meant. Without another word, I retrieved the heavy industrial chain from the back of the car and handed it to Sydney.
"You need to wait here," I told her. I looked to Rose before continuing. "If we're not back in half an hour, go, get out of here. Get in touch with Abe." Rose nodded, standing beside me. "The front door will open when we're ready for you to come in with the chain."
"I can't do that!" Sydney exclaimed. "I can't just leave you guys here."
"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Rose said firmly. "We will be fine. Dimitri here is a badass." Rose joked lightly, trying to lessen the tension. It worked. Sydney agreed to stay put, but she wasn't too pleased about it.
Rose and I hurried to the back of the house. I stood on the rock Rose mentioned earlier and took in the backyard. The layout was exactly how Rose had described it to me.
"Okay," I said just loud enough for Rose to hear me. "Once we're both in, we do not hesitate. Straight for the door. We're going to need to smash it in." Rose nodded, a hard expression on her face. Determination. "Be careful, Rose." I murmured.
Her face softened a little at my words and she repeated my sentiments.
Without further ado, I hoisted her up and over the fence, just as we had in the alley way. We worked quietly and efficiently, and within seconds, we were both springing into action. Just like we had planned, my first weapon of choice was the shovel, which I repeatedly smashed into the glass of Sonya's sliding door. With a final swing of the shovel the glass shattered, creating a hole big enough for us both to slide through, although we both needed to duck.
Immediately, we were met with the red ringed eyes of Sonya Karp. She was waiting for us – unsurprising, with the noise we had made getting through the door – but she was also doing her best to avoid the sunlight that was now spilling in through the glass door. I braced myself for the torturous feelings that spread through me, and was ready for it, able to brush it aside in order to focus now. Every time I came face to face with a Strigoi, I couldn't help but feel the guilt and horror. That had been me not long ago – red eyes, pale skin, twisted features filled with murderous intensions.
Sonya lunged at me. Much like in the alley way, she had taken me for the bigger threat over Rose. Using the shovel I still had clutched in my hands, I fended off her attack, striking out at her shoulder. The shovel wouldn't kill her by any means, but it would irritate her and hopefully distract her enough so we could get her into a vulnerable position. I crouched into a defensive position that I had used my entire life and begun circling, trying to gain the advantage over her inhuman strength and speed. I knew that it wouldn't take much for her to charge at me and kill me in a split second, which meant that we had to act quickly in order to avoid that.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rose make her move on Sonya who easily deflected the attack with a casual flick of her fingers. Sonya's gaze never wavered from mine, and while I longed to rush to Rose's side to make sure she was okay, I stood my ground, hoping she was fine.
Sonya moved quickly, dropping into her left. Natural instinct made me mirror her movement, continuing to protect myself. But she was just feinting. I didn't have time to correct my mistake before she took advantage of my lapse in judgement and had me pinned against the way in half a second, her cold, dead hand clasped around my throat. I gasped for breath as her immortal strength pushed the air from my lungs. I struggled against her hold, trying to free myself. This would not be like last time. I would never be taken down by a Strigoi again. I can't fail Rose. Not again.
In my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of Rose lunging at Sonya, her silver stake ready in her hands. The charmed silver made contact with the Strigoi's shoulder. Sonya cried out in pain as the stake drove into her flesh. I knew that feeling, remembered it well. It was like a whit hot iron being shoved into your skin. It was almost unbearable for a moment. But Strigoi, being immortal, healed extremely quickly and I knew we only had seconds to take advantage of it before Sonya would be back at full strength once again. The second was all I needed to wriggle out of Sonya's restraining hands and shove her to the floor. Rose's stake was just beside me and I grabbed it, pushing the tip against the skin at Sonya's throat. She screamed in pain, thrashing against my hold on her. I doubled my strength, holding her down.
"Get Sydney . . ." I panted, still restraining a flailing Sonya. "The chain . . ."
Rose returned after opening the front door and helped me to double my efforts in restraining Sonya. The Strigoi snarled and lashed out again, trying to keep her skin away from the charmed silver of the stake. It felt so wrong to be keeping a Strigoi alive when we had them in such a volatile position, stake ready. If she continued to present more of a danger to us, I wouldn't hesitate to shove the stake through her heart and just end this now. There would be other ways of tracking down the kid with the Dragomir blood.
Rose, sensing my wariness muttered close to my ear; "We need her . . . remember we need her." I just nodded. Of course I knew she was right. We did need her. Sonya was the only one we knew who had the information we needed. But still . . . it went against everything I had ever been taught. Strigoi were to be killed as soon as you had the chance, not kept around to be played with.
Sydney hurried through the door then, chain in hand. She had a look of utter determination plastered across her face and I knew it was taking every ounce of mental strength and will that she had to come in here.
"The recliner," I uttered to Rose, gesturing toward the chair in the corner of the room. Rose merely nodded.
I wrapped my arms around Sonya's upper body while Rose grabbed her lower half and we shoved the Strigoi into the chair, still trying to avoid being kicked, bitten or punched. I kept my stake poised at her neck, ready to finish her off if it came to that, while Rose secured the chain around Sonya's body.
Rose met my eyes when we were sure we had Sonya firmly bound. Sure, she could break out of it, but it would be painful with my stake pressed against her skin. Sonya knew as well as I did that I could easily shove the stake through her heart. Rose looked weary and I was sure I looked just as tired. But the day had only just begun and I steeled myself for the interrogation that was about to take place.
"Time for questioning," Rose muttered.
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