Chapter 11 Who are You?

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Rose: No I own Dimitri!

Tasha: No I own Dimitri!

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DPOV

It had been two days since we'd been in Novosibirsk and nothing. We'd staked out several of Galina's former estates and even a few other places we thought they might be hiding her, but we came up empty.

The last place we tried was a dilapidated old shack three hours outside of town. It had been empty, but Lissa had insisted on coming inside as well as Adrian.

We were all exhausted, but when we entered the basement Adrian let out a low growl. "This is it." He said. "She was here. This is exactly the place she described to me in her last dream. Look there's blood on that mattress over there." He said.

Lissa walked over and took a deep whiff of the blood. "Oh my God Rose." She cried.

"She was here. I can smell her." She cried tears running down her cheeks.
I chanced a glance at Janine. She looked tired and worried. She and I both knew with the amount of blood that was all over the mattress, the wall and the floor that it was impossible that she would have recovered from that.

I sighed. "We should go. She isn't here anymore and there's so much blood." I said.

Christian who had been silent for a while looked deep in thought. "There's blood on the bed and on that wall over there and there's blood leading over to the stairs." He said.

I followed his gaze and he was correct there was blood on the stairs.

"It looks like hand prints." Said Adrian.

"She's alive." Cried Lissa. "The blood smells the same."

We followed the bloody hand prints up the stairs and saw a small sink in the corner of the upstairs room. There was blood all over it like someone had tried to wash it off.

"She must have left." Said the princess.

"Then where is she?" asked Janine.

"There's so much blood she couldn't have gotten too far and if she was out there alone and hurt it's possible Strigoi found her again." She said sadly.

I was thinking the same, but I didn't want to believe it. Oh what my Roza must be going through right now. I thought. Then I had another thought. Maybe she didn't crawl out of her as a Dhampir. What if she had left here Strigoi? My stomach lurched and I excused myself to throw up outside. I stood up against the side of the small shack and wondered if when I saw my Roza again if it would be to kill her in her undead state of being. I took a cleansing breath and returned to the others.

"Let's do a search of the area." Christian suggested. I agreed warily not knowing what we would find in the daylight at least. We were all very tired, but even so I got behind the wheel of the van and we started to search the streets in the middle of nowhere. Please just let her be alright. I thought. I can't live without her. It was sad that I would wish for her death, but it was preferable to her being Strigoi. I knew she didn't want that.

ABEPOV

Olena and her daughters had gone upstairs to rest and I had maintained watch over the girl until I'd fallen asleep in the chair I was sitting in.

It was early morning and I could hear Olena in the kitchen. The others were awake and downstairs as well. There was a fourth this time and older woman. I believe her to be Yeva Belikova. Olena's mother. She was rumored to be a psychic and a witch.

She was leaning over the girl examining her thouroughly.

"Something is odd about this one." She muttered in Russian before glaring at me as she exited the room. No doubt she'd heard of me and my business dealings in Baia.

The girl began to stir. She opened her eyes. She scanned the room quickly as if looking for someone or something. She was looking for Strigoi I'll bet. She's a smart one. She had to be to survive what she did.

"Ah you are awake little girl." I said to her in Russian.

She looked at me closely and realizing I was Moroi she relaxed a bit.

"How are you feeling you gave us quite a scare." Said Olena coming into the room.

The girl sat up a little and looked at her with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Would you like some water or something to eat?" asked Olena.

The girl looked around the room. By this time Sonya, Karolina and Viktoria had joined us in the living room. The boy was not with them.

"Abe does she speak Russian?" asked Olena.

"I think not." I replied. She didn't look Russian. She had dark skin and even darker hair. If I could pin point it I would say she came from the same area as myself by her looks.

"Are you American?" blurted out Viktoria in English.

The girl seemed to relax at that.

"Yes I am from Montana." She replied. "I don't speak whatever language you're speaking."

She apologized. Well I guess I was wrong about her being from Turkey.

"Do you know where you are?" I asked her. She had been calling out the Belikov's name. I wondered if she knew them even if they didn't know her.

"Russia?" she guessed

"That's right." I said.

"Who are you all?" she asked looking from one to the next. So she doesn't know them.

"You don't know them?" I asked pointing to the Belikova women.

She shook her head. "Should I?" she asked.

"You were calling their name out when I found you." I said moving over to sit in the chair closest to her.

"I'm sorry forgive me. My name is Abe Mazur." I said realizing I had forgotten my manners. She was a scared child and I didn't want her to be uncomfortable. I must be a sight for her. I knew that most people feared my appearance as well as my name and most of the time I preferred it that way. This was not one of those times.

"I'm Olena Belikova and these are my daughters Karolina, Sonya and Viktoria." Olena introduced herself.

The girls' eyes went wide at the introduction. So she does know them. She looked around the room her eyes settling on the photographs above the fireplace.

"You're his family." She said shakily.

"Whose family?" asked Olena.

"Dimitri's." the girl said with a look of hope in her eyes. "I was probably calling for him in my sleep." She admitted awkwardly a slight blush covering her pale cheeks.

"You know Dimka?" asked Viktoria.

"He's my mentor at St. Vladimir's." she responded. Her eyes said so much more though. He meant something to her I could tell.

"Dimka is at St. Vladimir's?" asked Olena with a gasp.

"Yes for about a year now." The girl said.

"He's so busy. We haven't seen or spoken to him in a long time." She said sadly.

"We're very excited to hear that he is alive and well." She said.

"Wasn't St. Vladimir's attacked by Strigoi?" I asked. Maybe she wasn't there for that.

"Yes." She all but choked out tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

"That's when I was taken." She said.

"Taken?" I asked

"Taken by Strigoi. They tried to kill me but I got away." She said. Her eyes looked haunted.

"Well you are safe now." Said Olena.

"What's your name little girl?" I asked her. There were very few female novices anymore perhaps I'd heard of her.

"My name is Rose." She said quietly.

"Rose?" I nearly choked on my own tongue when she said that. I looked her up and down. How could I have not seen it? Her brown eyes her tan skin. Her facial features.

"Rose what?" I asked.

"Rosemarie Hathaway." She said.

I nearly jumped on her at this admission.

Tears began to form in my eyes.

"Rosemarie?" I said coming closer to her. She looked confused as to why I would have such a reaction to her name.

I reached over and pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "We thought you were dead." I breathed embracing her lightly to avoid her injuries.

"You know me?" she asked uncomfortably.

I realized then that all the women in the room were staring at me. "Well I feel like I do." I said reaching into my wallet and pulling out my photos or her spanning from birth to age 14.

She gasped and the Belikova's looked confused.

"Where did you get those?" she asked backing away from me slightly. She wasn't afraid of me I could see that, but she didn't know what to think.

Here goes nothing I thought.

"Janine sent them to me." I told her.

"My mother? Why would she do that? I'm surprised she even had a picture of me let alone sent them to anyone else." She said sarcastically. I was taken aback at her low opinion of her mother.

"Rosemarie your mother and I were involved when we were younger and well…" I trailed off hoping she would get the idea.

" Wait you and my mother were involved and she sends you pictures of me why would she do that unless you were my…" her eyes widened.

"You're my father?" she squeaked pure shock flashing across her face. Probably trying to figure out how Janine and I were ever a couple.

" I am." I said quietly.

"Then she broke down into sobs and threw herself into my arms."

"Thank you for finding me." She said.

It felt so good to have her in my arms I doubted that I'd ever let her go.

After our reunion Olena went into the other room to finish cooking Sonya and Karolina brought Rose some food.

"She ate a few bites and drank a glass of water, but she still looked horribly pale and she was in a lot of pain. I knew she had internal injuries. I could tell she had a broken rib that had possibly punctured one of her lungs."

She didn't complain though. I was sure she had a high tolerance for pain that most guardian's developed over the years, but she was still young and it surprised me how composed she seemed.

"Do you have a phone?" asked Rosemarie.

"Yes of course." I said handing her my cell phone.

She picked it up and dialed a number. Which reminded me I should call Janine and let her know what happened.

So what did you think of Abe and Rose's reunion??? Who is Rose going to call? Janine? Lissa? Dimitri? Kirova? Adrian?

Question: What do you think the Galina and Nathan (the Strigoi) should do now that they don't have Rose as an option? I haven't figured that part out yet so any suggestions may be taken into consideration.

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