I woke up with a head ache. Too much sleep always did this to me. So I wasn't shocked. After all, I had slept at least twelve hours. My head ache or my sleep wasn't important right now. What was important…was what, or who, pulled me before anything happened.

I was pondering what the hell had happened when I felt that nausea. That nausea that alerted me to nearby Strigoi. I shot of bed and came face to face with a mirror? Me?

I reached out a hand and the other person or image, started laughing. I was about to have a heart attack. I had never seen someone look like me in my life. This had to be something bad…or good? This meant that we were related…or where we?

What the hell? It seemed to be the only thing that rummaged through my mind. Was I looking into a mirror—or was this person actually here?

"Who are you?" I finally asked, though I wanted to slam the other person into the wall and demand who the hell she was. And that's when I saw it.

She looked at me, eyes shining brighter than ripe tomatoes. "I am Rosaline…I am your twin sister." She spoke as if talking to someone who was a little behind the every second.

"How can that be?" I asked, but still wishing I could slam Rosaline into the wall.

"Our mother didn't want us together. So she sent me to Europe and she sent you to St. Vladimir's." She said it as simple as that.

"But how can we be related…when you are like that?" I pointed at her eyes, meaning Rosaline should notice her red eyes.

"I just became Strigoi. Your lover boy helped me become the person I am now."

"Lover boy?" I wondered which one? Dimitri or Adrian?

"Yes."

"Who is it? Who is my lover boy?"

If possible, her eyes seemed to glow, brighter than the sun when it is at its peak. I suddenly wanted to be the one in the wall, going through it, being the wall, or to be something else in the room, not be here, standing in front of a Strigoi unprotected.

Rosaline turned on her heel. Maybe she wanted to calm herself. "Don't ask ridiculous questions!" She snapped at me almost making the whole house shudder. I had had enough training to know that I was in a house, an abandoned house, I guessed.

This scene that was happening right now was like a real-life scenario. Mostly all sisters bitched and argued to each other. So this seemed normal to me. But that didn't make me to want to stop running away.

I didn't know what else to say. So I said nothing. Was this how it was going to be like, fighting all the time with everyone? I suddenly thought, my life has always been so hellish, when did I ever think it had gotten better? I guess the picture-perfect life I had thought I had been all from my head. Well I had that perfect life, but it stopped when Adrian went away. I only wished she could change it and at last have a happy ending.

Rosaline was turned around, talking to someone on the phone. I didn't have Strigoi hearing to hear what the hell she was saying. But when Rosaline turned around, she had an evil smile on her face, a smile that made my bones turn to ice and made my body freeze in fear.

I tried to be calm as she uttered the next question: "What can I do for you?" I asked, almost fainting in the process. I felt like I was a fan meeting the person they were a fan of for the first time.

Rosaline smiled again. "Nothing now." And she let me leave, just like that.

Dimitri's POV

Dimitri looked at Adrian who was standing at the edge of the cliff. This had been the same exact spot where Rose had tried to kill herself. Those two are such romance freaks; they needed to grow up, Dimitri thought.

"Why did you do this to me, Rose?" Adrian yelled, looking at the sky. God this guy needed some man lessons. Maybe I should give them to him, Dimitri wondered. Dimitri stopped on that thought. If he did anything to harm the merchandisewhich was Adrianhe was dead. His Rosaline wouldn't like it. And he would never do anything that would upset his Roza, his real Rosaline. Why had he ever thought he had liked Rose Hathaway, when all he ever wanted was in Rosaline Hathaway? Damn Janine Hathaway for giving birth to two horrible bitches that he longed for.

"Why, Rose?" Poor boy. He still thought Rose was dead. He was going to get the surprise of his life when he found out that she wasn't.

"There you are." Rosaline said, running her arm down Dimitri's arm.

"Hello, Roses."

"How is my boy doing?" She asked, admiring Adrian. He maybe drunk but he still looked good. Kind of a gayish, Dimitri began in his head, to think about another guy.

"Bad," Dimitri said and chuckled. "Good grief, boys in love are so ridiculous."

Rosaline tapped Dimitri on the chin. "That you used to be you, cowboy, remember?" She put her hand on her hip. "What does that Rose have that makes every guy she meets break into a million pieces?"

Dimitri didn't answer her question. Rose…she was everything. But Rosaline was his true love.

They had been distracted. They had not noticed Adrian semi-falling off the cliff. Rosaline ran to him in time and pulled him back.

From far away, Dimitri still noticed her evil smile, which would lure anyone in. She caressed Adrian's cheek. "Sweetheart, don't waste time on that."

"I want to die." It seemed to be the only thing the boy could get out since he was so drunk.

"If that's what you want…"

"I want to die."

"Then…"

"I want to die." Adrian…Dimitri suddenly had some pity for Adrian.

Finally, Rosaline nodded. "I will give you a better death…" She smiled and showed him her red eyes.