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Rose's P.O.V
They had eyes.
All ten of them. Each hung on the walls in same shapes, all same sizes. Some of still life, like fruit or other of women and men all whose eyes are too glassy to actually be part of the painting.
I wasn't to sure if they were real, or just cameras. I found it quite hard to believe that there are people on the other side of the wall, with their faces against the walls and they're eyes peaking around.
Yet till today I thought no one still had a handlebar mustache.
Except Arthur Schoenberg, the leader of the mysterious guardians.
He was old; maybe mid sixties with white full hair, that may or may not be a wig. Big cloudy blue eyes and pale wrinkled skin and a giant handlebar mustache and thin lips underneath.
My eyes kept switching to the paintings and to his mustache, it was hard to actually make eye contact and for the few seconds that I did I immediately wanted to cower away. I don't cower, especially to an old man. Yet something about the air around him screamed 'bad ass'. Plus I was in no condition to start a fight.
"Are you gonna speak?" I asked cutting through the itchy silence of the large room. We've been in here for…what, seven minutes already? The pictures are creeping me out, the guards in the room are making me uneasy and these chairs are so damn uncomfortable!
"I can already tell you have little to no discipline, Rosemarie." Author said while leaning back in his chair. "You'll be a hard egg to crack, yet I'm sure the guardians will love the challenge." Author then turned to Lissa.
"You on the other hand will be easy to mold." He said. Lissa gave him a confused look, not sure if that was a compliment or not. "A compliment and an insult dear, maybe it's time to learn to think on your own." That was a tad harsh, yet I didn't say anything afraid he'll point out my flaws too.
"Rose you need to learn to have control as I know you got punished by that society of yours because you attacked a leader, am I correct?"
"Yes." I answered, a little hesitant.
"Maybe you could have saved the injuries by biting your tongue. Remember Rosemarie, pick your battles. But always be on the watch, all because no one's attacking doesn't mean no one's watching…waiting…scheming."
It sounded like something my father said to me once.
"Little girl, surprises come everywhere in all shapes, sizes and places. Same as attacks, your enemies are watchful – you should be to. If their not, then their not enemies – their future minions."
I didn't comment on the similarity though. In many ways Author reminds me of Abe. The menacing air, mean gaze, hard criticism and wicked facial hair.
"Everyone wants to have the upper hand – a guardian's job is to make sure he, or she does." Author said. "First lesson girls, learn from it." Then he waved us away in a dismissive manner. Confused I looked over at Viktoria who was standing against the wall, she beckoned us towards her and we quickly got up as quick as we could and walked over to her.
When we left Author's office and into the stark white hallways of the Underground. Only the bright lights hung over us in an uncomfortable glare. The white floors only confused me, it was hard to tell where the wall ended and floor began.
"He seemed like a nut," I said and couldn't help the other words that tumbled out of my mouth. "He reminds me of my father." Viktoria then turned to me, quicker than lightening and caused me to stumble.
"He's nothing like Abe Mazur." She said in a deadly menacing voice. I opened my mouth to object yet Lissa sent me a look that said 'don't go there'. So like Author said – I bit my tongue.
Viktoria backed off after giving me a mean glare and turned walked down the hallway, us in tow.
"Your training will start next week." She said as she turned a corner. "Bring work out clothes and maybe an extra change clothes – for emergencies and such. Hopefully both of you know how to use guns. Teaching trivial things like that is required yet a waste of time considering that use guardians rarely use guns. You might not know but the Strigoi group are usual on some drugs when they go out killing, therefore sometimes guns aren't effective – unless your mission to kill. Then one bullet to the head or heart will put them to their end. Yet our goal is to change as many Strigoi back to normal human beings instead of those killing monsters. Most Strigoi are druggies as you know and not at their right mind so to speak so in way you can say we're aggressive therapy."
I have a feeling 'aggressive therapy' is another word for 'kicking their asses till they're normal'.
Dr. Phil has a lot to learn from them.
Viktoria then opened a door and inside was a large laboratory, with silver metal tables with tubes, strange utensils, stoves, and liquids – some held over heated plates and are bubbling over the surface. Viktoria went over to a rack that contained several glass bottles with labels I couldn't make out. Viktoria then found out her choice and plucked it from the shelf and gave it to me.
"Your casts won't heal in a week that's a medicine that will speed up the healing process." She explained. "Make sure not to get hurt again."
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I straightened my silk shirt again as I heard Dimitri's footsteps from the other side of the door. His apartment. I still couldn't believe that Dimitri invited me over. Right in the parking lot of the Guardian's secret head quarters he asked if I could come over. At the time I couldn't since I still had two casts on me yet I scheduled him in for three days later.
Good thing for that shitty drink Viktoria gave me, yes shitty since it tasted like it came out of someone's ass. But it helped.
Dimitri opened the door as he looked as godly as ever. His brown hair loose and around his face, the way I love it. He wore a plain white tee-shirt – to my dismay, I rather him show up shirtless.
Or naked.
It was getting me all hot and bothered just thinking of it.
"Hey Rose." He said as he opened the door wider for me to step through. When I did I was confused since everything seemed so…bland. I guess Dimitri was a simple guy. I turned back to him and leaned up to give him a kiss. A kiss that was meant to be a peck but ended up being a heated make-out session.
His tongue slipped out and guided against my lips, I opened my mouth inviting him in and our tongues twisted in a dance for dominance. I reached up and grabbed his hair pushing him father on me. I just couldn't get enough of him and every taste sent jolts through my body.
His muscular arms wrapped around my thin waist and pushed my chest against him, giving me warmth and pleasure. What surprised me is that Dimitri didn't go any further; he didn't try to squeeze my ass, give me a love bite or try to even remove any article of clothing – including shoes.
We both broke apart and gasped for air while having our foreheads together.
He made me breathless – in every literal sense.
"Good to see you to, Dimitri." I said as I leaned back. I then turned around again. "Nice place." I said as I kicked off my flats near the door steps.
His place was good, plain yet nice. Modern. It had a big flat screen T.V embedded into the walls along with cupboards under it, yet those were empty. The white leather looked clean and the carpet was spotless – neat freak. A contradiction for my messiness.
I sat on his couch and he joined me.
"What do you wanna do today?" I asked him while twirling with my hair. "Watch TV, play board games, stare at each other, make out?" I asked wiggling my eye brows at the last ones. He chuckled while placing a hand on my leg, moving up my thigh yet still staying in 'safe zones'. I bit my lip to stop from moaning.
I couldn't throw myself so easily, I barely know Dimitri. Plus I'm here on a mission, not just some causal date as much as I wish it was.
"So Dimitri, did you just move in. No offense but the place looks kind of bland." I said placing my hand on top of his.
"I thought you said my place was nice." He said with a slight smile. I gave him a grin.
"More or less a courtesy." I admit.
"Well yes I did just move in. I have yet to actually give it that taste of home."
"I doubt you can drag Saint Basil's Cathedral in the middle of your living room." I said remembering that he's from Russia. He laughed which made butterflies swarm in my stomach.
"You sure know your history, Rose." He said.
"I need material for my jokes." I said giving him a man eater smile and moved closer to him then straddling him and kissing the corner of his mouth, teasing him. His arms wrapped around my waist and hips, pulling me on him.
"By the way, I'm from Siberia, not Moscow." He said in my ear, his accent more defined which I could tell was his sign of being turned on, which in turn – turned me on. I smiled on his skin and trailed butterfly kisses down to his neck. I didn't plan on leaving any marks – yet, but its fun to see him squirm.
"Fine, then bring the Berlin wall." I said while kissing his neck, up to his chin and the side of his mouth. He chuckled under me, the vibrations only bringing naughty thoughts into my head.
"Maybe you need to check your history, Roza." Dimitri said, yet I paid no attention, all that was on my mind was him, his skin, his heat, my desire. His voice then stopped saying anything coherent and was filled with moans. Which only caused me to get wet but no matter how horny I got I wasn't gonna sleep with him. Not till I get to know him more.
His hands then went down to my ass and gave me a tight squeeze which caused me to moan in his neck.
No sex Rose. No sex!
I pulled away and saw a flushed Dimitri. I smiled at my handy work. "We should go on another date before we go any further." I said. He nodded.
"Well, let's make it a date." He said. I smiled. I got off of and immediately felt the loss of his skin against mine.
Ding Dong
I looked over at the door and back to Dimitri. "I'll get it!" I sprang from the couch and ran to the door; I heard Dimitri's footsteps behind me. I opened the door and saw the person who was most likely gonna throw me into a cell.
The guy who's doing the Natalie Dashkov case.
Adrian Rinaldi
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EDIT - Thanks No name for pointing that out. Sorry if I confused anyone.
