heya guys :) glad to hear you guys like the story :DD and i'll TRY to go slower with this story D: sorry. nyway hope you all enjoy!

BTW: wasn't the ending of Mockingjay sad? I cried so much in that book D: but it was also one of the best books i've read :D

Sweat pouring down my face, I turned and drizzled the rest of my watter bottle into my mouth.

I'd been punching and kicking and karate-chopping the crap out of the punching bag for almost 2 hours. If I had to wait for Adrian and my Mom to get here, the least I could do was train. Not with Dimitri, of course, but by myself, in the local gym here in Russia. See? That's just the kind of good person I am. I take my anger out on inatable objects. I could go around hitting everyone around me, but instead I punch the gym equipment. Lissa would be proud.

I casually took a look around me. No sign of anybody still. I kind of came before the gym was really open. But oh well. Good thing someone forgot to lock up. Some creeper could come here late at night.

I sighed. How long was it going to take them to get here. Adrian said he would come on a private jet. So why wasn't he here? Unless... no. I refuse to think that something like that could happen. It was impossible for the plane he'd come on to crash. I shouldn't think about anything like that. Ever. I wouldn't function right if I did.

Shaking my head, I turn and head towards the back door of the gym, the one I came through earlier.

Back at the Belikov's house, I took a quick shower, and then dig through boxes of cereal, hoping to find my favorite. I don't care what people say, cereal is great anytime, even at 1 o'clock. Unable to find the best cereal, I settle for froot loops.

sitting there on the couch, alone in the dark, I think through everything that's been going on in my life, ever since Dimitri's 'death'. I remember coming here, hoping to kill him, and instead finding Dimitri's old house, with his family. I remember how devastated they all were about the news, how horrible it was for me to tell them. Killing Dimitri, even as a strigoi, is probably one of the most horrible and cruelest things that has ever happened to me. Of course, then he gets spirit back, and then he hates , hates himself, but it's because of me mostly, and no way will I use logic to deny that. Most of our tangled and confusing relationship is now sad and mean and cruel and horrible and full of anger. It just goes to show you that what's most important in the world can be taken away just as quick as realizing it.

And then I think about Adrian. About our less complicated relationship. It's still complicated, just not as much as mine and Dimitri's (not that we really have a relationship, because that would require two people actually wanting a relationship). Adrian, who has always flirted with me, always wanted a relationship between us. I'd thought that he would be a slightly crappy boyfriend, but, when I finally agreed to dating him, he turned out to be better then I would of ever believed possible.

I love him. That's simple. The really tough question, though, is, Who do I love more? To say Dimitri will only cause people pain and anger. To say Adrian will cause denial and confusion and more jumbled thoughts.

I love them both, I thought. So much that I can't tell which love goes to who.

The only thing that keeps me screaming in frustration is knowing that one of the people I 'm frustrated about is sleeping upstairs. Along with other people who will probably be pissed at me for waking them up.

I sigh, figuring that I better go to sleep, that Adrian and my Mom and the others will be here shortly. Or maybe that why I don't want to sleep. We'll save Lissa soon. Hopefully. Tomorrow, Lissa will be saved.

Tomorrow I'll either die, live and save Lissa, or turn Strigoi. Most likely, though, I'll die.

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry on the short chapter, too tired to write now D: but anyway plz review, fav, AA, SA, etc...