Chapter Eleven

AN: Hello, peoples! Sorry for not uploading. I was trying to drain as much reviews as I can but it only seems like I can get that much only. Yes, that was a major blow to my ego and I had assignments piling up on the desk next to a stack labelled "Fanfic". Anyways, I here now present to you chapter eleven.

DISCALIMER: I OWN NOTHING.

Dear Diary,

AS I lied in bed that night, I tried to sleep but it was useless. The picture of Rose kept popping up at every corner of my mind. Like I was thinking of black bread for instance. Innocent black bread when BAM! Rose was there in black lingerie eating it and giving this "You wanna taste of me?" look.

And there was a time when I concentrated on something innocent such as my book case when BAM! An image of me and Rose going at it against the book case standing up.

And oh, there was this other time I was thinking about going to a drive through car wash when BAM! (How many BAM!s are there?) I was doing it with Rose in the back of the car!

So I was lying there right, trying – and failing – not to think of Rose in such an un-gentlemanly manner, when the phone rang.

Of course I answered it, but I was cursing as I walked over to the grab the hand set since – come on! – I was daydreaming.

"Guardian Belikov."

"Hello Guardian, it's me."

"Who is this?" I was confused. The voice didn't ring any bells and the person was murmuring doubling on the effect of me unable to identify it. I swear if it was another advertisement for a three day cruise, I was going to scream. Luckily, I didn't deafen the academy's population with my scream since the voice answered back, a little bit hurt.

"Delilah, the matron downstairs?"

"Ah!" I answered. I remembered her now. Delilah was the Matron for the novice's dorm. She is a small little thing with platinum blonde hair that is always up in a bun and she was stick thin and her … very large … attributes, she might be attractive to some men – mostly to human men who like two round beach balls on a stick, I personally like my women with flesh like, Like Rose? Shut it Diary, but that's not the point. Then what is? Shut Up! Diary!

She was a few of the women on campus who immediately categorised me into "hot" unlike most who immediately threw me head first into "scary". At first I thanked her for her kindness and blessed her pure soul for seeing me in that light until that like, I found out, was a bit too bright for my taste because there was this really awkward situation a year or so back. Man, I mean it's worse than Stan staring at me naked in the change rooms God damn it!

This is what happened and I'm still scarred today from it, hence the reason why I lock my room.

Dimitri Belikov's Embarrassing/Awkward Memory No. 13

I was walking back to my room. It was my third day on the job you know? I was tired and drained from guarding and training and all I wanted was a shower. I remember it clearly like it was yesterday.

I walked down the hall where the male guardians slept and reached my room. I slowly turned the door knob and pushed the door opened.

I was expecting to see my neat bed in the middle of the room that was supposed to bathe in sunlight that intruded through the window.

At first I didn't see her in it. I just marched straight for my wardrobe near the bathroom door when I suddenly saw a form from the corner of my eye, lying there on my bed.

I turned around slowly and there she was le au naturel on my bed.

I looked up shocked and speechless at the women who lay there on my bed.

"Hey sugar, you wanna go on a ride with Delilah?" She asked in a feigned smoky tone.

I was shocked and surprised as hell.

It was so scary!

All I wanted was a shower!

So, I did the only thing that seemed right then.

I screamed.

End of Memory

Thinking back, I might've been turned on if I wasn't tired. I mean, come on! You know how deprived I am. Though, I'm not really into blondes, there is something that they lack…

"Hi, Delilah. What's up?"

"There is some novice here and she said she has something to tell you. I think she just wants to give you a present like the last girl did." Like you, I thought as she said it. What a hypocrite.

"Can you describe her for me?"

"Umm… dark hair, shortish and looks like she owns the place."

Rose.

"Thanks, I'll be right down," and with that I immediately hang up and stared at the my up at my ceiling as I fell back onto my bed.

Thank you God for giving me a chance.

For a second there, I lay there happy and in my own thoughts and I was about to walk out of my room when I remembered that I was just in my PJ bottoms – I'm not a fan of shirts when I sleep, they itch.

Oh.

My.

God.

What the hell am I going to wear?

Or should I wear nothing?

A million outfits rushed into my mind but I remembered that half of them was in the laundry or on my "To – Wash" List. Quickly and swiftly, I grabbed the nearest T-shirt on my wardrobe and the pair of jeans that was on the floor. Throwing on my duster and grabbing a pair of clean socks and my shoes, I swung the door open and ran down the hall towards the stair case.

Now, what came next is one of those in-a-rush-too-fast-for-you-to-see moments since I was trying to put on my socks while buttoning up my jeans, putting my shoes on and somehow get down the stairs as fast as possible.

It was a miracle that no one went to check on the stair case with the all racket I made, hopping down the never ending flights of stairs and swearing in Russian and English.

When I finally reached the last step, I stood there behind the door that led to the room. I let out a breath of relief; finger combed my hair and pulled open the door.

One look at Rose told me that this wasn't a social call. It was about Lissa.

One part of me immediately leaped into guardian mode while the other whined in disappointment. I should've known that it was too good to be true.

"Lissa," I said in conformation which she answered in a nod.

With that we both rushed down the stairs that I just emerged from. We walked on in silent with one intent in mind: to reach the Mori dorm and look for the Princess.

The Matron in front of the Mori dorm was the best friend on the one upstairs who – thankfully – didn't shared her friend's sexual interest. She gasped as we headed for the dorm, but did nothing since I was in the zone!

"She's in the bathroom," Rose said to the matron and me. "She's too upset. Let me talk to her alone first."

And with that she walked in, leaving me and the scared red-head behind.

As I paced in front of the bathroom, I contemplated about just walking in but that would just be disrespecting Rose and she had a point about his. Lissa might be in shock or something.

I knocked on the door, wanting to be polite even though my instinct was to kick the door down and carry them both to the clinic.

"Rose?"

"Just a sec," I heard her call back.

The matron looked at my face at the tentative tone I called her name. She arched her brow at me, then turned to the door and said, "We're coming in."

With that we both marched into the bathroom.

When I reached inside and saw Lissa and Rose there, I noticed immediately that Rose's hoddie was on Lissa and that Rose wasn't wearing a bra… Oh, and that there were blood smeared all over Lissa's face. Her large green eyes were like shining orbs that stared downwards. What had happened? Did someone attack her? Force her to turn against her will?

My mind started to fly at a million miles per hour. For some reason, these emotions felt similar to the ones that I felt to my sisters or maybe it's because she is important to Rose and anything in Rose's good graces were my best friend.

As if sensing my shock and curiosity, Lissa said, "It's not mine. It… it's the rabbit…"

I scanned her form head to toe – standard guardian protocol – making sure there weren't any cuts or gashing wounds. There weren't any though I did see a bit of blood on the edges of those cuffs, but I could just be Rose holding her hand or trying to wipe her face with them.

"What rabbit?" I asked. There is a rabbit in here?

Lissa slowly lifted her shaky pale hand and pointed at the trash can. "I cleaned it up. So Natalie wouldn't see."

Rose and I both walked over and peered into the trash can and true to her words, there was something red, pink and fleshy mangled up in it that was mixed with a lot of bloody tissues. Rose backed away immediately. It took me a second to, since the smell whiffed up and smacked me right in the face.

I moved closer to my charge and handed her a few tissues. I hated seeing women crying. It's not the disdainful hate, it's the I'll-bash-the-bastard-who-made-you-cry kind of hate.

"Tell me what happened? I asked in a soft voice that I reserved only for crying women.

"I came back an hour ago. And it was there. Right there in the middle of the floor. Torn apart. It was like it had ...exploded." She sniffed as the accepted the tissues. "I didn't want Natalie to find it, couldn't… I couldn't go back…" Liss began to cry, making her shoulders shake uncontrollably. I wanted to pat her on the back but the matron just burst out saying: "No one should be able to get into those rooms! How is this happening?"

I wanted to backhand her for raising her voice so loud. I was technically her fault for allowing someone into the rooms.

"Do you know who did it?" I asked Lissa, ignoring the red head behind me who is all flustered and feeling ignored.

The Princess pulled out a little slip of paper that was soaked in blood.

Smoothing it out, I squinted a bit to read it.

I know what you are. You won't survive being here. I'll make sure of it. Leave now. It's the only way you might live through this.

WHAT A PSYCHOPATH! WHO THE HELL DARED TO SPEAK TO THE PRINCESS IN THIS TONE? AND ON MY WATCH! BITCH THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!

The matron behind me, said something about go getting Ellen and stormed out.

"Tell her we'll be at the clinic." I turned to Lissa and said in a calm tone. "You should lie down."

We slowly made our way to the clinic. The picture of the rabbit replayed in my mind. Looks like I'm not going to eat rabbit for a year after this. My mama is going to be disappointed when she makes me rabbit stew and I don't touch it.

Suddenly my temper started brewing. What if this happened again? What if something similar happened to Rose? What if I can't help her or if I came too late? Could she have fainted? What if the attacker was still there when she comes back early? Will he/she hurt her? Will this be like Ivan again?

My temper was spiking as we entered the clinic. There was a nurse who was in charge at this hour. She offered to wake the doctor up. I assured her that there was no need since this was just shock right?

Kirova burst into the clinic along with a few others who immdeiatley fired questions at he injured girl. Couldn't they tell that she is still deep in shock?

I was about to tell them to shut up, when Rose exclaimed, "Leave her alone! Can't you see she doesn't want to talk about it? Let her get some sleep first!"

"Miss Hathaway, you are out of the line as usual. I don't even know what you're doing here."

Ungrateful bitch, Rose just saved Lissa's life and the old hag just kept on screaming at her.

I somehow managed to ask Kirova nicely to leave the room and into the hall and I blew my frustration on her through my cold gentleman voice while she screamed in whispers – if that works – at me like so wild animal. Mori, they think that they are more civilised than us when I can clearly see that it's the opposite really. (AN: I wasn't bother typing up the conversation. Long nails are hard to type with.)

Dimitri Belikov vs. Ellen Kirova

ROUND 2

Dimitri: I suggest you let Miss Hathaway stay there. It seems to calm the princess down.

Kirova: why should I? I can finally expel her for this act.

Dimitri: Then you are going to expel a great guardian.

Kirova: How do you know? She is nothing but trouble, she'll tear the academy down.

Dimitri: Then you do know that she was the one who alerted me about the princess's state? (Raise eyebrow)

Kirova: (shock) N-no, I was not informed this. But it doesn't matter. She should have left.

Dimitri: If she had left, would the princess make it to the clinic this far?

Kirova: You could have carried her here. You are her guardian.

Dimitri: Yes, but in this moment of weakness, will the princess allow mw to? Or will she run screaming the other way?

Kirova: …

Dimitri: Not only did Miss Hathaway calm the princess down, she made sure that she was in the clinic and calmed her down admirably fast. Now, if you were in this situation, do you want to be interrogated by a hundred people? Or would you want the comfort of someone you trust nearby?

Kirova: I-I-I –

End of Round 2

Dimitri Belikov Wins!

Score 2 to Dimitri Belikov!

When the discussion was over with me cornering her into a dead end, she stormed back inside and declared stiffly, "You may stay with her for a little while. We'll have janitors do further cleaning and investigation in the bathroom and your room, Miss Dragomir, and then discuss the situation in detail in the morning," while I tried to hide the smug grin. I think it worked since nobody noticed it.

"Don't wake Natalie," Lissa said weakly as she lied there, paler than usual. "I don't want to scare her. I cleaned up everything in the room anyway."

The nurse asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink which she answered with a weak shake of her head.

The crowd dispersed including me.

I went back to my room and took a shower to get the stench of the rabbit off my skin and got into bed again, staring at the bright sunlight that now enveloped my bed. For the first time in years, I let in cover my face.

It's funny how, about an hour or so, I was dreaming of Rose and that my biggest problem was trying not to touch her. Now, there is something bigger playing its card.

I slowly drifted to sleep after than with a slight smile as the dreams returned.

Maybe my problem is still bigger for now.

Dimitri.

AN: Sorry guys for a short chapter. I'm thinking about doing a continuation of Midnight Sun. Comment if you want me to or not write one.

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